By Chris Smith  Aeroscouts@aol.com
Date: 26 June 1998

Fire

My Love for you burns as a fire,
your words do kindle,
your touch the match,
your heart the flame.
In the day we burn,
In the night we blaze.
Alone and standed on a deserted Isle,
The fire, it still burns.
It is you Love alone I seek, No other,
for yours burns hot and true.
The flame and array of blue,
but the light... a bright luminous red.
The heat reaches temperatures unbearable,  to ecstasy.
Without you, the waters of life drench my soul.

                                 Written by
                                                Chris Smith