Pilot Lights and a Bonfire
'Tis not a question I've heard often asked:
"What is the working model of your love?"
Yet how can one set out with what they're tasked,
if they don't know the rules their dear thinks of?
Such strange query to pose, before she knows
you've opted to search through the maze for her.
But if there's no map, each choice that you've chose,
might do more harm than good to lovers pure.
My theory is this: there are many souls;
several pilot lights may wait within.
At any time, only one is fed coals;
one bonfire to grow or burn out again.
Pilot light to inferno ... if you chose.
So tell me, my dear, am I one of those?
14 April 2023
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2023
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