Like a moth drawn to a flame, It lures
Like a ship without a sail, it crashes into the wind
Like match set to dynamite, the inevitable explosion tantalizes
Like fire set to a dry forest, undoubtedly the burning consumes
It is thought to be star crossed
Yet it favours clashes of the mighty gods
To know this conflagration you must become the moth
To feel the explosion the dynamite must be free to play
To be consumed the forest must be allowed to turn to ashes
There is no contemplating it,
To know is to be totally immersed in it
The flame is unforgiving
The explosion will ever set the sparks free
The ashes may later be looked upon with foreboding
Yet there is no power to resist the scalding
Star crossed lovers or nay this is pure fire play
Open to the heat you come to know the eternal burn
When the embers are doused the memory is set ablaze
Once you stick you finger into the flame
Forever you will feel the sweet pain
The inferno is ever raging
Even winter's frost is matchless against it
It sizzles it cracks unrelenting and timeless
As time subsides the simmering embers awaits a gust
A zephyr whispers and once again passion's inferno is ignited
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