hey fire.
your burning up the wrong forest.
mrs. fire, why do you burn low when you look at me?
i see you, fire, flicker and stutter
and god, you look like you're about to die.
don't go out because of a whispered wind.
my little words aren't meant to be so harsh.
your warmth will help us all to mend
so strike a spark,
light a match
please, you bonfire of a woman alight!
you are the light of my life!
both my sisters
ive realized
are so bright
your fire and shes sunlight  
but.. then what am i?