I am a fire.
I burn through the space and time
Around me.
Only To watch roses rise,
Like colored smoke,
from smoldering
Ashes to spring
Into full bloom
.
For what other use
Could there be for my high energy
But to blaze through the world
And fade like fire? To dissapate
And leave roses in my wake.
.
I've written,
Composed,
And painted
Into immortality
My love
For thee
.
But without fuel how could I burn hot enough?