When the Ember Burns
You lift me up, with your strong gaze
You hold my heart, with your fatal love
You build me up like a fire
and would let me burn down the world with a rush.
What started out as a red ember,
led to a crush.
Now look at where we are,
swallowed by flames.
Love is like a fire,
it can be controlled
but never contained.
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