Could I compare you to a wildfire?

Your words burn my brain like decaying wood

And your love changes course, quick to expire;

A decrepit mess of beauty which once stood.

Yet as the flames die away, beauty arises

As does when the flames of your temper fade;

Beauty reaching out of dirt like small surprises,

Thriving like fish at the bottom of the ocean.

Like a wildfire, your love shows no limit

It could burn all of your mistakes away;

Although it seems cruel to compare you to a fire,

Only flames could suit you to my desire.