[pre]The sky to me appears to be ablaze.
With flames that can ignite the very soul.
And love, within the soul can stir a daze
So pure that if in want, one is not whole.
A life of love is beautiful and wrong.
So tragic that the soul can only burn.
Amidst the ashes, one can hear loves song
So pure, it re-ignites desire’s yearn.
To find, such song, we look within our hearts
And pray that when the leap is made, we fly.
For some, the leap can tear the soul apart.
And it does, we fall instead of fly.
To whom I love so perilous distraught,
Without the purest song, love is but naught.[/pre]
