A Love that hurts.

A Love of water and flame.

There is a girl that I love, who is like fire on a cold day, fireworks in a clear night. She is beautiful and vibrant, with the kindness unlike any other.

I hold her close to my heart, and I wish her to be my other piece, so that I may cherish her heart and her soul, her being and her mind, so that I may praise her everyday, and call her mine.

But I cannot have such a beautiful flame, for she is too dear to me and I am like cold water to her heat, for it must dance alone, it does not belong to me and I will get burned if I try to touch her so.

I am the wood she burns on, and the water that cools her dance, I am the clouds in the night sky, shunning her bright firework light.

I know she cares for me so, and she loves me dear, but she does not need my chilling cool, she will love herself and I will tell her to do so, all while holding back my love, for the flame must dance alone.

The fire she is, the heat she gives, her soul is one of gentleness and sweet toxins, she lives and breaths life in the ways I dare not dream to do myself.
She lives so far away from my cool, yet I feel her so close to me.

If I were to tell my flame how I felt for her fire, I am sure to ruin the dance, for she must love herself, not love me.
I am scared to pour my water onto her flame, as there is too much I carry.

This flame of hers, as I have said before, must dance alone, and I will play the drums so that she may not dance in quite, so that she may find her rhythm and love, so that she may prosper and breath the life she deserves.

For this one single soul, has captured my heart, she could tear me to pieces, bit by bit, and glue apart with no love, and use me as a tool for her own, I will always forgive her for any burns she may give me, I will forgive her for any fault, she is but a goddess in my eyes, and I love her so.

This one single flame that has captivated me, she can do no wrong, she may as well take the title as the kindness being, caring for everyone so, and I know she cares for me.

And I love her so.

But her flame must dance, alone.