For Lost Loves (Poetry)

Fire

I have been told that I'm reckless
All I touch burns
If it is Herculean
The burning stops in incipient

For some it grows
Igniting everything in sight
Desperately wanting to rid of the fuel
Said to be my touch

They swore and curse
Powerless I stand and witness
For I will only magnify the growth

Though how were they wronged?
That I am the power is the truth
But fires trace fuel
I won't be lit without a spark

They decay at last
Left the scene for more
As I have run out

Little do they know
I saved some of me
Knowing I you were tracing
Eager to be rekindled
I am here forevermore, waiting