My love is like a wildfire,
Burning bright through the fields,
Burning every piece of myself to express the intensity of my affection,
Such vigorous love, that people are afraid to step into.
Such feral flames, that people think my love is too hard to tame.
Such hot air, that my past lovers suffocate from breathing in it.
My love is like a wildfire,
Black smokes fill sky up above,
Turning every cloud crying of acid rain,
Very much so, that none had dared to step into to help me.
Very much so, that putting out the flame could save me.
Very much so, that loving me comes with a risk of burning them too.
My love is like a wildfire,
The same as a wildfire does to Earth,
Is exactly the same that I do to my lover.
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PoetryA list of short stories that I come cross in my life that I had to romanticize and write about
