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May 2016
Each time you speak to me
You have an opportunity
To lift me up or knock me down
To show me love or show me harm

Baby, you **** me
When you're angry and mad
Your pain you spread like a wildfire out of control
I keep getting burned
But I can't turn away from your fire

But baby, you lift me up
And inspire me to live and to love
When your heart is right and you're feeling nice
When your looks you give are of love and not vice
It is in my nature, for you I desire

No path will ever be easy when it comes to loving you
Because your fire burns brightly
And it cannot be contained
I am drawn to it like a moth to the flame

I am learning to play with the fire
I respect it because it is beautiful and powerful
Such is the beauty of your beast
My tolerance for the burn will ever increase
Nathan Pival
Written by
Nathan Pival  Mansfield, Ohio
(Mansfield, Ohio)   
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