you saw right through me, like a flame to a thin sheet of paper
you got close,
and I was afraid to catch fire
but your flames only ever served to bring me warmth
you saw me for who I was,
and refused to believe in the monster I convinced myself to be.
I see now,
love is a fragrant flame that only ever burns when you get too close
a cool breeze can make it stronger,
and a strong wind will put it out
I ask that we weather the winds together,
and put our hands over the flame when it gets too much
and if we should burn,
I ask that we burn together
and let our ashes go with the winds that seek to strengthen what we had.