The Fire Of Desires

The day I met you,

I knew the match had been lit.

I know I was abandoned by my safety kit.

The lit match caused a fire.

The fire could have been a bonfire,

Around which we would have cuddled.

Or it could have been hellfire,

That could have destroyed us to our roots.

But the fire was warm,

You were the fire.

You were warm.

Like when you cuddled me and I was warm.

You were my fire of desires in the hailstorm.

You were the fire I was waiting to get lit up.