Fire that burned to love

Our connection began with a cord 

But lived on by a string of an unconditional love 

They severed the cord 

But they could never severe the love 

 

Despite the rainbow of chromatic emotions that they held 

Your eyes always knew how to read mine 

I guess you saw the reflection of your own self 

Who had felt the same chaos once upon a time 

Your ears always heard Whether when I cried out loud

Or when my heart screamed silently 

Because you were ready to hear my voice 

because our hearts had beaten together harmoniously 

Memories haunt not the people, you see 

So the sweet ginger aroma of your tea 

Haunts the mind like a tasteful memory 

And I drink an unforgettable love on these 

lively lonely evenings 

Like Prometheus gave flame to humanity 

To survive and fight the dark wonders 

We are yet again given a gift to be born 

To The incandescent, fire, spirit of a mother 

Your Arms like a winter woolen blanket

Wrapping me in comfort and warmth 

Because the fire of your love Burned brighter than the fire itself 

And it burned brighter, forth and forth. 

Crackle, crackle. The fire crackled 

Or was it the whispers of your love? 

Though Sometimes I did wonder, were u trying to burn me or warm me?

When you’d sparked off a plethora of hurtful words 

But I figured that love stood 

As a middle to all vigilance and rage 

And it is no easy task to enter a hood

That has no mention on education’s page

Now I sit with the Ashes of a once-great fire 

Just glowing amber embers dancing in a rush 

I know I shall now carry the ferocity and power 

Of the fire that burned to love