Our love is a fire, brightly lit in the cold.
As the lights around fade, the flame becomes bold.
in it's power.
and weary lights
It's days are cut short in perfection however.
They turn into storms of dust and wind
That besiege the emotion until the end.
The flame grows dim as it fights for it's life.
But the gusts are too strong and continue the strife.
The strong will succeed while the weak will perish.
A flame is a feeling that needs to be cherished.
So keep your love flaring and don't give in
the the growling