SPARKS
Sparks can start a fire, Sparks are reflected in your eyes,Within a smoldering gaze you can fan the flames,
Passion is a spark, When you touch each other in the dark,
Lust is the fire that consumes, It burns hot and fast,
While love is the flame that never dies, It burns blue/white,
It is pure to the touch, Lasting a lifetime, Comes from the heart,
Sparks flare to life, They ignite our love, Warm our souls,
Like striking flint together, a shower of sparks like stars,
Explode from within whenever I take your hand,
Looking back into your eyes again, A warm glow,
Reflected in them I see a reflection of you and I,
Created from a spark, When our bodies touched.......
Richard E. Cartledge PHOENIX (c) (JL)
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