What is this fire
I feel burning inside?
It sure isn't the fires of hell.
When I see you love
and serve and give,
the flames are the hardest to quell.
That radiance bright,
bursting forth from your being;
Has set this hard heart aflame.
As I touch your soft hand
and hear my name whispered
I wonder if I'm not in a dream.
The fire ignited
would consume me whole,
to give and to give and to give;
Until I have given
all that I can
to you, my dearest betrothed.
11 years ago
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