Flaming Love

I once had a love

That was a wildfire.

It was passionate,

And engulfing.

But ultimately, 

Consuming.

But now,

I have a love

That is slow-burning embers,

With sparks of intimacy and understanding.

The second, of the two,

Will always last longer.

But why do I miss the first?

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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