Light up the sacred fire.
The warm spot in every
Heart of every lover
As is tradition to do.
Add in infatuation to
Get the inferno burning.
Feed it words like kindling
Those simple nicknames
Love, dear and honey
And then add compliments
The coals to keep it lit
And alive for a longer time

Next
Throw the big pieces in
The caring, thoughtful acts.
That will never fully burn
Leaving a blackened reminder
Then the large promises.
That you will look at no other.
That he or she is the only one
That you will always love.

Now you have quite
The bonfire to sit by
To warm your chills
But eventually you’ll run out
Of all the other fuels

The only thing left to burn
Is yourself.