before the spark

Before there was a spark there was a desire. A desire that burn but need a spark. How could I feeel the desire when standing all alone.  you is the friction i needed to start the flame of my emotions to burn the form of love within.

 

Flames flicking in the opening of life's trial and tribrulation. Error free compasssionately burning the thought that are so hard to understand this feeling within.  All I know is you are the friction that I need to burn the love inside.