Rekindled Fire

Our love is like a fire. Always spontaneous, beautiful, and somewhat dangerous. You get too involved, and you might end up hurt.
The spark sometimes is hidden, and we lose the heat. A while later we are talking on msn and the fire is back. We love each other again. Heat is flying about and the orange embers are dancing. Don't anybody move, or it may be put out. It is a mysterious, wonderful, sensitive thing. It's very rare. You cannot always see the love or the flame, but it is always there, silently waiting. One day the passion will burn strong, but never will it go out. That will be the day I look into your eyes and say "Nice to meet you".