This Fire
4.
Live. And live it for today.
Heed not the ghosts of past and pain
Feel every drop of summer rain
Kiss your pale, hot skin
And take your breath away
Though the brightest spark may fade
Let not the wind of discontent
Extinguish precious sentiment
For this fire, my love
Was born to be re-made
Walk, and feel the ground below
Your feet, not roots but wings you see
Find solace in serenity
Tread, but softly now
Or wake the sleeping snow
Brightly look upon this face
Which gazes back through curtained tears
Tracing the scars of perfect years
You are there, in us
Your first and last embrace
Love, and learn to love once more
Though hardened now your cotton heart
Once comforted by counterpart
Stifled, craves escape
Was Beautiful before.
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