its fickle flames which give us warmth from life's cold winters also scar . . . the heat of lust's desire descends upon the uninitiated as a night train screaming down the auburn sky . . . true love's smoldering embers eat up a mind from the inside . . . the eternal blaze of unrequited love rages on as a lion without its cage, forever free yet forever enslaved . . . it is the white flame unseen which causes the heart to truly bleed, and the soul to awaken to the fact that never before has one loved til now . . . and forever after will the future be a twilight's garden where the doe waits behind twisted thicket and meandering meadow for a flame to overtake her . . . |