he is fire, vibrant and wild.
I'm intimidated by his superior side
touch him and you'll be burned
to ashes you will be turned
the walls he made so no one can pass through
because he don't want to see you
he is fire, but i am the wind
i could kill him or make him stronger
he let me through the walls that he made
he let me see him in his vulnerable state
i warn you don't ever get any closer
you wouldn't like what you might get there
he is my fire; my beloved fire
i love the way he makes me smile
i trust him enough that he wont burn me
or destroy everything that my eyes could see
he is my fire that gives warmth to my breeze
all of my worries he's always there to ease
I'm his wind that keeps him grounded
i bend his flames that gets undaunted
and kiss him to tame him when he's getting wild
on the solace that we made with both elements
they say wind and fire combined explodes,
but why are we still alive?
why do we feel so alive?
my beloved fire.