Star’ s fire

Love’s desire is not a beautiful tree, but its sweetest fruits.

It is not a lofty mountain, but its peak’s purest of white snows.

Never could it be the depth of the ocean or the blueness of the seas,       

Forever it will be, when the sun bows gracefully down on its knees,

its dances are reflected on water’s liquid pristine.

Artistic strokes painting the tones it feels in scenes' surreal.

Blending orange against sky blues and purples, gray streaks on teal are just like the passions we feel,

arranging the blooming bouquets beautifully,

in all of the human flowers that we see.

Red blood BURNING in our veins, and is the shade of every heart's attire.

In the fingers of your flames live the spectrums of our deepest emotional desires,

as you endlessly move inside of us all,..................star’s fire.