Dreams of passion everlasting amazing dragons from their baited  breaths love flames fashioned. In all of our days we proclaimed the flame immortal, ceaseless, everlasting. We confessed the light bright and it's warmth ginger. My passions flame still burns for you, even now it yerns for you. Even so it seems your flame has diminished your heart wears disinterest. Once was brilliant pyre that inspired has fallen to ashen embers, a smolder of it's storied former glory. It took sometime to learn, I pray for its return. The world is cold and bitter without your burn. Can a spark rekindle flame, can a Phoenix supplicate the pain? I ask this in your name.