You are like that of a blazing ember,
bright as the sun, as temperamental,
as an uncontrollable summer fire.
The flame, the spirit, resides in your eyes.
The inferno of your golden locks burn
a home in my perishing mortal heart.
My love is so deep, I cannot return
to a time when you were not my sweetheart.
My dear, you are as wild as the sea,
as powerful as a queen on her throne,
if only you could behold what I see,
these are mere words, but it is all I own.
You are my fire-heart, my golden girl.
You are my beacon of light in the dark.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
You are like that of a blazing ember,
bright as the sun, as temperamental,
as an uncontrollable summer fire.
The flame, the spirit, resides in your eyes.
The inferno of your golden locks burn
a home in my perishing mortal heart.
My love is so deep, I cannot return
to a time when you were not my sweetheart.
My dear, you are as wild as the sea,
as powerful as a queen on her throne,
if only you could behold what I see,
these are mere words, but it is all I own.
You are my fire-heart, my golden girl.
You are my beacon of light in the dark.
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