The world is smoke, a haze descends,
Somewhere a fire takes its hold.
Perhaps your touch, the flame it lends,
A body born of burning gold.
As you walk, my love, in graceful stride,
Embers leap to kiss your feet,
The world is smoke, where shadows hide,
Somewhere a fire, bittersweet.
I've seen such gatherings before,
O, heart's beloved, blooming bright,
Laughing, yearning, wanting more,
Yet when our gazes meet in light,
My soul ignites, a sudden blaze,
A branding in my aching breast.
As you walk, my love, in winding ways,
Embers leap to be your guest.
The world is smoke, a darkened scene,
Somewhere a fire rages free.
Since I first beheld your face,
My own heart's fate has been defined,
A spark ignited, time and space,
Unquenched by tears, my soul entwined.
Forgive me, beauty, what you've done,
Is it beauty, or a raging storm?
A smile that strikes like the sun,
Eyes that awaken, ever warm.
As you walk, my love, with whispered plea,
Embers leap to kiss your feet,
The world is smoke, for only we,
Can feel the fire, burning sweet.
Perhaps your touch, the flame it lends,
A body born of burning gold.
As you walk, my love, till the world ends,
Embers leap, the story told.
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