In the beginning there were flames

A lover's fire

Starting with a match

Strikes paper, kindling, stacked dry;

The furnace of love stoked, roars brightly.

Warmth, radiance, smouldering

Fire burns, incites, draws,

Retreats, dies.

Reviews

[alf]

Wow! the onset, the inferno and the dying embers!! Very passionate and soooooo gooooood!!! Loved this!!!! alf

[andrew mitchell]

thanks alf for your time as always

[alf]

Hey, my friend. reading your poems is worth every moment I spend reading!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sereenaoutloud]

So passionate AM and captures how in the begin there is so march sparks and how it slowly dies down perfectly!! Although i like to think it doesnt die completely it just becomes a never ending burning candle ..that flames high and low but is always ignited!!

[andrew mitchell]

You are so spot on!! you don't miss a trick!! lol No it doesn't die only the flames the coals still burn :):); Thanks for your kind words LL:):)

[mattavelli]

Passion wanes. I enjoyed watching the fire die. Thanks for sharing.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you mattavelli and for dropping by and the little man looks like you!!