Your Beautiful Flame

I am drawn to this beautiful flame.

Staring at the flicker, watching it slowly expand — becoming a blaze.

I am drawn to the heat of this beautiful flame.

Inviting the soothing coziness, waiting for it to slowly grow into an all-consuming, fiery passion.

Don’t I know that playing with fire, I will get burned?

 

But maybe, just maybe I can be like a fire-fighter and

respect its strength,

respect its power.

 

I wouldn’t dare try to handle it.

Never dare try to control it.

And I might get hurt in the process of trying to fight it.

 

Rather,

I will allow the light to flicker.

I will allow the flame to grow.

I will allow its heat to warm every part of my being.

 

Its slow-burning embers offer a comfort and peace I’ve been wanting and waiting for —

for so long.

And its glow against my face and my body reflects a silhouette.

The shine it brings accentuates and intensifies my beauty within.

 

How can I not be fascinated by this fire?

How can I not be captivated by this blaze?

How can I not be mesmerized by your beautiful flame?

 

~McKinzie Manor~