Elements of Love - Fire

Your possibilities are infinite. You are a single match, you are the flames that light my hearth, the fires that ravaged Chicago, and I hate to say it but you might be the very fires of hell. And I want to touch you without getting burnt. 

There is a corner of my soul that sustains no independent circulation, and I have found a warmth in you that brings that part of me to life.  I stand so close to your energy until I can't stand the friction and I step back.  But moving away from you is like facing the dark side of the moon.

I lie awake at night and wonder if there is a way to manage your power without stripping you of your strength.  Like If I were Delilah and you were Sampson, and I could cut only half your hair to keep you god enough to tempt me but man enough to love me. 

But you really can't win with fire.  If you smother it, it dies. If you free it, it destroys every good intention, strangling the future in thick smoke.  It will burn a hole in the earth all the way to Satan's footstool.  I took that journey with you and I saw fire afraid of its own fury.

I thought that I could pass through the flames and not get destroyed, but I'm made of flesh and bone not a precious metal to be refined by your critical heat.  I ended up a pile of ashes heaped on a heart of gold frozen with the cold of a wasted planet long after the fire has consumed it. 

See, I didn't just get burnt, I caught on fire with you.   We exploded with a brilliance that's still shooting through space a million light years away.  And in that moment, I lived.