Fire
Two lumbers met as one
Held each other in both other hands
Slowly rubbing every inch 'til thins
That is how our love kicked in.
Creating fire, time after time
Gently brushing, producing a rhyme
This is a ballad I chant to you
The favorite thing I always do.
Two lumbers met as one
Through love and time, we got our desire
To warm our soul, out of control
That burned it all
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2015
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