There is a river that turns to fire under the nights when the moon is full. On that night I lost you.
But then like a phoenix you were reborn into someone new. A soldier that was always calm like water but his soul was profusely on fire.
Your eyes are like lava in a heatwave. Your heart is like the water I drink. Pure and exhaustingly full of life’s gifts.
Your love is tender in the night as your sighs hold me in some holy breath of heaven’s smile.
But the river I speak of gives me butterflies. It is like your heart and your soul. Your heart is on fire and your soul is like water.
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