You're just like fire.
poise with the flames,
gently with the pace of sin,
nothing could stop your wild life.
just like a burning night owl, living between the firefly.

No honey.

Im not even a spark.
I don’t know what I am compare to you.
Call me that innocent wind, fascinated your enchanted flames and
who flew across you but startled by your heat,
Call me that clueless feather who got burned by you but not last more than a minute,
Call me that little white bird who left its nest and try to live the night,
Call me anything that is not supposed to be near the fire in the night.