The flame hurt the girl.
The flame spread until she was engulfed and left with a paper thin sheet for her heart.
The flames took her mind.
It crush the hope of ever leaving as she sinks deeper, bleeding.
This flame showed her joy.
It rose her hope and kept it low enough to crush with a single word.
The flame knew her vow
It did not care and whispered words only she could understand.
The flame knew her pain.
It shone inside and let her see without every letting her touch.
It left her black, after the heat became too much and she give in to this act call love.