Wildfire

I don't know when things became as they are. I walked outside, looked at the moonlight. When I returned inside my bed was disheveled and my heart torn. I heard melodies of the night: dark, mysterious, lively. They matched the sounds in my dreams.

Embodied by beauty is the love of a Man for a Woman. When the Man doesn't see the Woman, their love still exists. It it exists in hope, purity, and wilderness. Wild like a fire, deep with rage and uncontrollable. No amount of liquid can erase it's passion.