f l a m e

"Simple pleasures oft ignored,

her soul was meant to be adored.

And though the day will come pass,

the night begets its own rewards.

For timing can be fickle still,

despite all that a love can thrill.

With tempered heart full of pride,

her eyes speak volumes unfulfilled.

A pursuit of passion truly dire,

or suffer life without desire.

Warmth to shield from winter's blade,

what is a flame without a fire?"

 

 

Credits:

Lucia Crown | Random matter

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