Inferno

January 6, 2014

He's changed me

Though I know not how.

Butterflies and kisses,

Both things he gives to me.

Smiles and laughter

Are inevitable

When he's near.

Fate or Fortune,

Though which I do not know,

Has brought me to him,

And forever I am thankful,

For without him,

I would have forgotten

The beauty within the world,

And within myself.

He lights a fire

Within me,

Burning hot and bright,

Yet still sweet and slow.

This raging inferno has consumed

All I have,

And all I am.

A day without him

Is torture

And I become amnesiac,

Forgetting how to

breathe,

eat,

be,

Until the next time we meet.

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