Touch of a flame

a poem describing someones pain of loving someone they cannot have or touch, for they know they will eventually get burnt

They warned me not to get close, for I would get burnt

But the brightness of the flame became almost too much, for I wanted to touch it.

The warmth, heat and security it offered, was too good to be true.

 

I held out my hand, to offer it to the flame, I wanted to feel the warmth

But the fire got brighter and hotter, the closer I got.

They warned me not to get close, but it fell on deaf ears.

 

As I got closer and peered into the fire, it ignited something deep within my soul.

As I drew closer, and danced around the flame, I was careful not to get burnt.

All I wanted was to be touched by the warmth.

 

I came even closer to the fire, the flames flickered

For the flame was a man, and one that I loved.

Yet he was one I could not touch, for some else had already got burnt.

 

And as I became wary, it was too much to bare

My heart felt it would explode as the heat exploited my body.

The fire was hot to touch, and I got burnt

 

The man, who I loved, could not be mine

And as the fire began to dim, I knew it was time to let this fire go

It had burnt my skin and scarred my heart, yet I would always love him.