Flames

The flames of love burn... sometimes in the WRONG ways.

Flames
A momentary glance
Across the room
An instantaneous spark
Ignites a flame
Small but hot
The fire of desire
Scorching inside
Her Beauty burning
In a way one would say
Hot
Invited for a seat
The flames grew hotter
Laughter of beauty
Passionate desire
Her love
In a way one would say
on fire
A roaring fire ensued
For quite awhile
The flames one day
flickered from passion
And desire
Now only dancing flames
Of anger
Betrayed by her love
Her house
In a way one would say
On Fire