fire is what you see in her eyes when she turns towards you, a beautiful smile crafted on her face. it's what her hair burns like as she twirls in the fading sunlight, her laughter contagious. her words burn as she draws herself higher, each word a punch to the man who dared offend her opinions. fire is what is in her hands as she punches the man, one of many, who defied a girl's wishes. her tears melt my heart, my heart vying to help her in any way. fire is the slow flame that ignites between us. it is the beautiful warm feeling that still tickles my senses when she plants her lips on mine, usually laughing her wonderful laugh.
fire is what burns my heart with longing, with... with love.
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