Do you see this smile?
You fixed it here,
when you are near
it blossoms open like a lotus.
You know my heart is like a stage play,
I have showed this thing to everyone
and their mother,
but
I've come to learn a thing about fire.
How it relates to love
and more specifically to us.
I've learned that lust, even when laced
with genuine sincerity among the fringes,
is a wild fire
that binges on gasoline and dry wood.
It burns long and bright,
but doesn;t always last the night.
I've come to learn a thing about fire,
how it relates to the emotion I feel
when I peel myself from the bed
and you are still there,
a love planted in the soil of respect,
with admiration as fertilizer
is hardly a flame at all.
It is a candle flame,
that stays within bounds
and unless smothered
will last the life of the candle.

Call me sentimental, call me a poet
I love the things you call me
and you **** well know it.
There will be no other ways to show it
because although my heart us a stage play
with comedy component,
I have shown it to everybody,
but only you own it.