Love and Fire

We burn with passion, lust, love...what will happen to us.

Love is like fire in so many ways,

Beautiful to the eye,
But burning to the touch.

You want it to surround you,

The way it dances,
It's so mesmerizing.

But yet when it does,
You want to scream as it burns you away,

Little by little.

Taking your life,
Not even thinking twice.

Your parents warned you,
'Don't play with fire,'

But yet here you are,
With the flames scorching your skin,

The fire...

It pulls you in.

You get burned,
Over and over and over again,

But still you don't run away,
You walk deeper into the fires deathly embrace.

Love is like fire,
It can take your life away.

Author's Note

I'm looking to fix grammar, flow, everything. Lay it on me.

Reviews

[Matthew vonHone]

I like your work. The only thing that I would have for you is ... remember that punctuation in a poem determines how it's read. Yours reads well, but it's a tool that you can use to cause the speaker of your poems to be more clear. Keep writing because all writing is worth the effort. Good Job!

[writer with a mind]

I like how you discribe looking back your parent told you no but your in the mistake and you can't escape and by the way I love your profile picture

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Fire can destroy...or give birth to something beautiful.
The Flames..to me..seemed to be the gift of passion that
make one truly complete. Merged with another.