When I look upon thee I can not help feeling warm deep inside as if you where to bestow a fire under my heart which rekindles distant memory’s of desire.
Tho I fear to get too close as it may distinguish the flame, but if I don’t then the flame may die and then I shall go back to that dread cold place again. But if that was to mean that you could be happy with someone else then I would sacrifice the flame, regardless of my happiness, tho in saying that, just to see you happy would make me feel warm anyway.
Oh I how I long to hold you, but fear I may squeeze you to hard. So I stay in the distance observing, stealing moment’s by the fire when I can.
I no-longer know the real meaning of Love as it has a many of time turned its back, then sunk its claws into my heart leaving scars. So I wrap it in barbed wire to protect it from my easily trusting emotions, But it cry’s to be released from the consent torment inside. One day it shall be untangled and the scars will be tended too and I shall learn trust it again.
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