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emily grace
i remember the day you called me beautiful
we were sitting on the hood of your car
staring up at the sky
until our eyes blurred out the stars

i reached out to grab the blanket
to pull it tighter
and your hand happened to be there
and when i looked to you
you told me how beautiful i was

and that stuck with me
because in 30 years
the world will be different
and we will be far apart from each other
further than we are now

the trees will have grown in full
and the flowers will have lived their cycles
the hairs on my head will turn grey
along with the man i spend my life with

but one night
maybe
i will remember the contact of our hands
on the hood of that car
and i will remember
how the world "beautiful" felt on your mouth
as i kissed your lips after every word
At the first meeting of a boy and a girl, the slumbering embers had been awoken
With words and glances, dancing light burst forth
As time passed, sparks ignited and the flickering flame grew
It fed on youth and the new
Soon sorrows and grief were thrown to the heart
But nothing could quench their hunger and thirst
It was a forceful blaze and the crowds watched in awe at the waves and the haze
Passion consumed the two beings with growing intensity
The inferno cast out a howling roar, with the duo of hearts desperate for more
Each moment they were parted, the sensations were sorely missed
In their minds eye they were still embraced in a kiss
It was the marriage of peace and the striking power of the storm
They were stirred by restlessness as their minds were bent with longing
As this love of fire matured in its age, it feasted on the beauty surrounding
The letters of the great poets,
The words of the countless tomes,
The sound of stunning chords,
The eye alluring views of artistry,
And the words from the Giver of Life
Nothing escaped consumption
But soon, they were tired of the old ways
The beauty of the world was not enough to feed the furnace
They left the face of the earth in search of new waters, and left the air far behind
The love fire danced among celestial bodies, and spaces of dreams
And so it does evermore, awaiting new creation

— The End —