The Fire of Love

So many emotions inside of me
Conflicts of heart and mind, body and soul.
My body wants to be touched so badly,
My soul craves someone to love.
My heart’s afraid to be broken again,
So my mind is saying "Slow down."

Love is all-consuming.
I’m drawn like moth to flame.
Like a fire burning bright and hot
My relationships would dance.
Then with not enough fuel to last,
Out they went with a puff of smoke.
So I was left to tend the ashes.

Play with fire and you’re bound to get burned.
I’ve been burned too many times before,
Each time worse than the last.
I’m so tired of being burnt,
Tired of tending the ashes of a broken heart.
Yet the fires of my heart have been re-kindled
In spite of myself.

Love is quite ironic.
Look for it, and it eludes you.
Try to avoid it, and then it seems to hunt you down.

I am now love’s prey,
And the fires beckon once more.