By Gene Goff
Submitted by lynx86
Date: 2002 Sep 11
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and the fires start....

and the fires start.....

let them rage!
for what is love,but a raging inferno?
an inferno of feeling,with nothing to hold in check.
for it is the measure of the depth of what a man may do for a woman.
for if he thinks of her constantly,
then the fires of love burn ever brighter within.
if he does not,the the fires dwindle down,until they are a fluttering spark,merely trying to survive the cold, dark eve.
a man may yearn for a woman,for the arms of another,
for the touch of her skin,and the taste of her lips.
he may wish to hold and caress her,yet if he does not allow such a love to grow,
and burn ever brighter,
then he is simply smothering a glorious flame,
the like of which will never be seen again.
and this,is the ulimate of crimes,
to kill such a love,
such a beautiful thing,
when it could do nothing but grow,and burn all the brighter.
it is like a baby,soft and gentle,
and incredibly fragile.
it is the thing easiest to drive away,and hardest to accept.

  will you allow this flame,this ever growing thing of beauty,to grow?

  i know i shall,and let the world beware!for this love will burn unchecked.