Flames Of Passion

Off late, in the middle of the night,

Our hearts curved in the spindle of fibers,

And we fell, prey of passion and desire

Just like the flames of a burning cigar.

Engraved by lust and desire,

Admired by the dark sky

We fell in the ambush of affair and armor.

Why not?!

Beautiful and delicate it is!

Until it brings us to the climax of "Destiny" 's Shawl" titled

'FIRST LOVE IT WAS".