The wick is lit
The flame grows higher
As my love for you
Burns with fire
Balled up in
A scorching blaze
It’s uncontrollable
Cannot be tamed
As the heat
Grows even higher
I am one
With my desire
My burning heart
Yearns for pain
Singed to ashes
In the burning flames

Red sundown and silhouettes
Sliding down the mountains edge
A subtle breeze and string quartet’s
Heard while looking down a steep descent
Picture perfect; heaven sent
On snow covered hills