You’re like fire. Your flames are beautiful to look at. You can give me the warmth that I’m needing for quite some time now. But I dare not touch, dare not give in – because I know it will destroy me.
And yet, I think about all the possibilities. They would always be beautiful – the scenarios in a world created with just my imagination; never destructive, never heartbreaking. Far from reality.
You’re like fire, you ignite my deepest desires. You make me want to burn with you, but in doing so, I know it would only burn me too. So I just look; and wish that maybe someday, it would never hurt to touch you.
Then, I think about why this could not go on any further. You are not going to be the fire that would melt my heart. You are not going to be the heat that I could have in the coldest of nights. You are not going to allow me to kiss your flames and let me leave unscathed.
Maybe I cannot like you any more than I like you now.