Pure Fire

You’re crazy about me and you’re always fighting for me always for most of the time….

You’re the best I’ve ever met….

I always keep thinking about how I am just this: The luckiest girl in the world to love you.

I know you want me darling;

secrets I dare not confess to my own soul;

to the coldest peaks of my icy heart….

I think you long for me to look at you.

Because baby; I almost always do….

I also think you’d like to kiss me

I always keep dreaming that I am making love to you

and in my dreams; you dream of making love to me too.

and in my heart of secrets with keys locked in my soul;

I hear your voice and your silent sighs as tensions rise.

But my love it is not tension;

that my love is

pure

fire.