The Fire

The Fire

There was but a gentle wrapping on the door of my heart. I whisper who is there. A voice whispers back, it is a friend, won't you let me in just for a moment. I stand at that door thinking, is this wise to let anyone in at this time? Could this be a trick? I pause for a time and again I hear that tapping upon the door. Again the voice whispers to me "let me in, it will all be alright." Yet I still pause and ask myself if this is the right thing to do. Could I be mistaken about what I feel? Slowly I open the door to my heart to let a friend come in and warm up by the fire within. Our friendship grew and we started to move closer. One day it happened, how was I to know that my friend would find a way to make me want her to stay. The small fire that we were warming ourselves by has now grown. We bask in the warmth and glow of this raging fire, which is almost out of control. But like moths to a flame we can not pull away from the wonder and peaceful feeling given off by the burning desire we now share for each other. It seems as if we were meant to always be together in this place we now share. Although the potential of getting burned does exist we both move closer and closer to the flame holding tight and close to each other. The bright glow seems to make the rest of the world grow with a new magical light. Problems that once seemed so large now are but shadows in the corner fading as the fire grows. This fire is one that may burn for all time. I never want to leave the warmth of its glow or the side of my love. When we are apart I take with me much of the fire and yet I leave much of the fire with her. Time apart causes the fire to grow not die. I even see her shadow on the wall when she is not around. A magical fire this love has become. Bringing us close, allowing us to see as never before, warming us from our long cold winter. I know this fire will burn long and bright for all to see. Only the stars will out live this fire we now and forever share.