Fire, fire <br />dancing across the <br />candle's wick. <br />I see your true <br />beauty; <br />your blue, red, orange <br />entrances some. <br /> <br />Fire, fire <br />dancing along <br />shadowed walls. <br />I see your true <br />beauty; <br />your blue, red, orange <br />intimidates some. <br /> <br />Fire, fire <br />dancing on my <br />supple skin. <br />I see your true <br />beauty; <br />your blue, red, orange <br />burns some. <br />But never I.<br /><br />Melissa Joy Chesky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fire-19/
