.... flame awaits flame.

They all reached in,
and stirred things up a bit.
Feeling alive and motivated,
you always gave flight a chance.
You never hestitated to offer up,
everything you had.

Before your eyes,
they danced wildly in the night.
It had to mean something to you.
They told you it really did.
Look how good they felt in
being around you!

You wanted more,
something less moth-to-flame.
For a time you even contemplated
shutting off your heart's porch lamp.
But stubbornly lit, that final night,
flame found flame.