Unlike a woman, a flame needs no limbs to dance
She is a wonder -
Her dress and lips, a kiss of vermilion
Her hair, a corona of marigold
Her eyes, a vast sky of freedom
You can't help but to be captivated by her dance
A flurry of flames, each step adds to a maelstrom
There's something so bewitching about her tender light
In place of fear, there is hope
In place of being lost, she leads you further
down
  Many a man have tried to capture her, in an effort to
dull her light and steal her warmth
to
make it their own but
not you.
You understand that a flame such as hers needs to
fanned so her
glory will leave all ablaze

For the absence of weakness is the greatest affection
as the zephyrs you send to her fire.
Your sweet love will ***** the small
and embrace the tender and tremendous.