Fire
Our love is a flame.
At first, its embers burn bright.
It sends off extreme heat
and dances with the night.
Its beauty amazes our intellect
and hypnotises us with intensity.
Something draws us to it,
and nothing seems to empower greater density.
But it cannot burn forever;
the flame is slowly dying.
Yet it is me who has weakened its stamina,
for the flame has withered from my crying.
1996 by Amanda Leckron
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