The heart burns like the fiercest fire
Lights with passion as its igniter
Grows the more it is feeded
Weakens when not given what's needed
Takes astronimical portions to keep the hunger at bay
Just a bucket of water washes the heat away
Fully aflame it can be seen for miles
Even a spark can light up an aisle
It'll streak, power, shine and search for love
It'll break, whither and darken when it finds none
When the flames of wanting are said and done
I'll tell you the story of the heart has only begun.
The embers left over can always be rekindled,
New seeds of Eden in black Ash can always be sprinkled.
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 6:08 PM UTC
The heart burns like the fiercest fire
Lights with passion as its igniter
Grows the more it is feeded
Weakens when not given what's needed
Takes astronimical portions to keep the hunger at bay
Just a bucket of water washes the heat away
Fully aflame it can be seen for miles
Even a spark can light up an aisle
It'll streak, power, shine and search for love
It'll break, whither and darken when it finds none
When the flames of wanting are said and done
I'll tell you the story of the heart has only begun.
The embers left over can always be rekindled,
New seeds of Eden in black Ash can always be sprinkled.
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