lights my fire every log placed just right stoked with attention to detail those wild flames in your eyes speak volumes loves and lives lost and found a kind face eventually embraced by the golden red glow of burning embers and sticky sweet melted marshmallow fingers
This was written the other day , and it is about my fiance . His time in the boy scouts makes his fire building skills excellent. I have a picture of him over a fire with the flames making this awesome shot from a trip to several years ago we took, and subsequent pictures of other fires he has made that brought about this poem.