A Love that hurts.

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.