When the Ember Burns


You lift me up, with your strong gaze

You hold my heart, with your fatal love

You build me up like a fire

and would let me burn down the world with a rush.

What started out as a red ember,

led to a crush.

Now look at where we are,

swallowed by flames.

Love is like a fire,

it can be controlled

but never contained.

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