Beacons flare with the warmth
that comes from the fire in your soul.
I got a taste and now i'm left wanting more,
more of that fire, more love.
The doors seem glued or taped shut,
remaining closed for the right person.
The pain fuels that fire, stoking it.
Incoming rage, friendly fire.
You didn't mean to hurt me, but it happened.
As I lay here,
with my last breath I shout out
and proclaim my love for you.
"I LOVE YOU!!!"
