A Heart Ablaze

This world is huge and cold
yet i have found a fag which sets my heart ablaze filling me with such warmth as to keep many persons comfortable.
Taunting is his existence in my realm for the flame needs me not as I need him, rather my presence is a luxury to his senses, not a necessity as his warmth to me.
When in the presence of his warmth a cool draft shakes me I must trouble myself with the thought of the coming cold, when my flame finds another and my tolerance to the cold is besieged by the long forgotten winter.
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