So beautiful is the flame,
That flickers in the wind.
It's heat has no natural end.
It's evil has no face.
It is a master of disguise.
So comforting It is,
Warming me when I'm cold and lonely,
Burning me if i get to close.
It more ways than one it is a lover to me.
It makes me love it with all my heart,
Then it burns me so bad I can't live.
So I love the fire.
I play with undefeated desire.
Wanting to know if it's a liar.
Hoping it isn't an endless satire.
Wishing i could retire,
From this endless desire,
To be burned by my fire.
By my lover.
(12-10-07)
James Creamer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-lover-7/
