The Fire


She was a fire burning wild and red hot.
To dance with her was to play the ultimate game,
not many were worthy.
Few could release their fear of getting burned.
They would try to change it, contain it, and smother it.
They would get jealous of the warmth they couldn't carry within,
and eventually walk away into their own darkness.
But someday, one-man wouldn't try to play those games.
Someday, a man would come along who
pulls up a chair and enjoys the warmth.
And with each shift in direction, he will simply adjust his chair.
But he won't ever leave, he won't ever try to contain it,
He certainly wouldn't smother its flames.
He will simply enjoy it for the magnificence it truly is.

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