The Burning

For my lady.

The Burning

Every second without you
It grows stronger
The burning desire I cannot fight
Consuming all I am
Roaring outwards from my soul
A silent wildfire rages

It is want, it is need, it is everything
And I burn
Until the moment we touch souls again
And then shall the burning abate?
No!
Our binding only inflames me more

I am drawn by a power beyond my own
A moth to the flame
I am powerless, I am small, but I am not afraid
Look into my eyes and witness the burning
As my soul is reduced to ashes for you
Only to be reborn on your lips

It is my precious gift
That only you can reach
Or stoke, or control, or even dare to stand within
Our passion is beyond all other meaning
And I will burn for you
Always

May your fire never go out, Timberwolf. What a wonderful poem. :)

Damn that's was good. As always Timberwolf...I am impressed. I hope you will always continue to burn for your love.

SB

SB, sure sounds like he will.
Timberwolf, I am stunned. Thank you for sharing it.

Thank you ladies for your kind words. :)

Not kind but true ;)

Lovely piece, flaming hot one :icon176: Thank you for posting :)

That was beautiful Timberwolf. Truly beautiful.

Thank you MsUther and poetic_justice.