She is a fire,
The kind that can burn down trees and cities, if you let her.
Her flame is in my hearth,
I am warmed by her slow burning fire.
It's the spark that turns my darken life ablaze.
As an aurora blazes across a velvet blue sky.
But I stand back.
My gaze fixated on this star,
She twinkles as she dances in my eyes,
and I can stare tirelessly at her for hours.
But I dare not stand to close for fear of extinguishing her flame or finding my self singed.
I am not the wick in her candle, this is true,
so I can not burn for her or by her.
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