The Wind and The Fire

When I first met her, it was like a gentle breeze blowing flames softly as
she moved about with bare feet stepping from her huge SUV.
I decided her company and friendship should be.

As the years passed,
the breeze sent a hot shiver through me as she climbed out of the spa
only to walk away. I could not follow.
But friendship and company did come to pass.

Now, as I see her, the breeze is a strong wind,
blowing through my heart.
I don't know if it cold or hot.
I don't want the wind to stop even tho it may hurt,
I don't know.
I'm blinded by the flame of her smile.

But the breeze is being damped by a black cloud that I can not stop.

Oh, for the bare foot beauty blowing flames through my heart.

But, I can keep up my smile and send my warmth
to help her lessen the dampness
and hopefully to lift a little bit the blackness.
This I will.

The wind and the fire are apart and while one may encourage the other,
perhaps one day in the future,
the breeze will blow on the fire and the hurting will stop
and the flame will grow hot.

Articles, information by @Poet_Carl_Watts  #KnowledgeIsPower! #AwesomeTeam
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