If you should ever love, may it never be a wildfire-like love
Easy to catch, when the conditions match
But once caught, leads to endless distraught
Life will be spent wishing you had never fallen so deep
But it's a wildfire you see,
You can try all you want
But you just cant put it out
And all that remains
Are the burns and the barrenness.

If you should ever be loved, be it the wildfire kind of love
For there is no love of any other kind
With such catastrophic intensity but also divine
Its the kind of love that scares you, makes you, breaks you
To receive such a love, know that you are among the chosen few
If you are lucky enough to ever have a lover as such
Turn their distraught into bliss by loving them just as much.