fire love

As the winds blows it only fuels the coals under this fire we call love.
The gust blows off the embers and we all get burnt once or twice.
Even with our scars and marks, through the pain we won’t leave the fire alone.
The fire can grow with time or it could spontaneously combust like the wild fires of the Forrest.
No longer can it be put out with a simple touch of the fingertips
Much time and efforts of many men are used to put out a wildfire.
This is a symbol of a real love a true love,
No candle fire that burns for hours,
But a wild Forrest fire that has no instant ending.
You run into a bigger risk then being burnt with an ember.
Is that a risk we’re willing to take?