Blessed be the Ashes of our Love….

We started out in red hot passion

you loved my sharp wit

I loved your handsome fashion.

Days and nights we merged together

Happiness made us light as feathers.

Oh how I fell hard for your strong

masculinity

As I wrapped you around my fingers with my femininity.

When passions flames become embers

even then the coals dying members

still burn to touch red hot

somehow distracted we both got

Its no one’s fault the fire died out

No body told us Love grows like a sprout, and you have to nurture each other or else it dies out.

So, blessed be the Ashes of our Love,

at least for a while it was a Hell of a barn burner!