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The Fire
© March 8, 1996
Write Naturally Publishing House
...a division of VAN Enterprises
Gazing into the fire, I see only your face reflecting in the flames.
The oranges and reds only remind me of your soft, golden hair.
The occasional blue flame reminds me that I miss you.
I listen to the snapping of the logs as they burn and hear your voice softly calling to me - “I love you, my dearest… I love you!”
Would that I could walk through the fire and meet you on the other side… That we could embrace and kindle our own flames.
But… all that I see is the night and, all I have to keep myself warm is the fire.
Write Naturally Publishing House
...a division of VAN Enterprises
Gazing into the fire, I see only your face reflecting in the flames.
The oranges and reds only remind me of your soft, golden hair.
The occasional blue flame reminds me that I miss you.
I listen to the snapping of the logs as they burn and hear your voice softly calling to me - “I love you, my dearest… I love you!”
Would that I could walk through the fire and meet you on the other side… That we could embrace and kindle our own flames.
But… all that I see is the night and, all I have to keep myself warm is the fire.
