The Flame

The largest blaze can start from the smallest spark, untamed; As was our love, which is the sweetest flame. Your very voice throws fire through my soul; My need for you is like wind for coal. Our kiss is the passionate spice that keeps the cinders warm; My body against yours is the calm in the fury of the storm. As we make love, my world turns a colorful mosaic; With a moist genlte kiss, my life becomes opaque. I trust that and you with all my heart; God keeps us close, though we may ever be far apart. When will I see you again, my beloved, my devotion; How am I just to store up all the raoring emotion? When I catch sight of you, my hands begin to sweat; My love has been growing ever since we met. Everytime we are close, love turns up the heat; You are so soft, gentle, caring, and sweet. I’ve known you yet for a short time, although it would seem years; Is it right or wrong? You make me happy, that one thing is clear. To hold you is to know you, to kiss you is to love you; To the point of endless sleep, when our time on earth is through. You and I will never again be the same; For we have been touched and warmed by the flame.