Troubled Decision
Vision of perfection
Bathed in pristine light
The only one of my kind
that cannot be mine
Blood pounding with desire
but a wall of flame grows higher
Separating me from you
Dreams never to come true
Dare I move,
transverse this barrier?
Fire is not kind.
It burns.
Renewal though it brings
very rare it is
In its quest,
it only wishes to destroy.
Dare I move,
or let you slip?
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