Playing With Fire

...and we've all been burned before, yet we are fascinated with the fire. Every one of us has been careless with our hearts, but the love we shared was worth the blood we shed. And those of us who are wise...the ones who know the risk but gamble with love anyway, live without regrets...for though we continue to build up walls around our hearts, the hopeless romantics always leave a few bricks loose...with hopes that someone will still find a way in with enough time and effort. And though tomorrow may find us heartbroken...today we choose to live in this moment. We will always chase those butterfly feelings yet never count the tears...for infatuation becomes adulation, and then love blossoms like wild flowers after a spring rain...never wondering if they will be scorched by the sun tomorrow, but instead opening themselves to feel beautiful...if only for today.