the light flickers,
and plays like firelight
in his eyes.
the room is warm
the bedsheets tangled,
the fire roars silently,
peering in quietly into the
of the coupled two.
her laughter bubbles up
and spills out onto the air-
stars sparkle on her skin,
stardust falls from her
disheveled hair,
the night lives in them-
the moonlight is her soul
and he steps into it
padding barefeet into the
helm of her existence.
the fire burns out
but their spark refuses to fade-
he'll burn bright
for the better and for the worst days
in her spotlight love
for all time.

The End

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