Love is a feverishly devouring wildfire, destroying all who cross its way, but reviving the best in us. It flows like a waterfall bordered by the copious, suffocating black smoke arising from the fire quickly consuming the beauty. Distance kept between is rewarded by warmth, but those who dare wander closer will be bitten. I made that mistake once. Cupid singed the periphery of my heart with his arrow absent of an announcement. From that moment on in shackles held was I. It soon grew to be manageably uncontrollable till the moment smoke reached my soul....