14.02

If only classes in school revolved solely around English. For the beauty of language never ceases to amaze me.

valentine
14.02

It does not make sense...

Sparks fly wen you're around,
But with you here I'm safe and sound.
A gentle rub gives a forceful friction,
Triggers you until ignition.

It never made sense...

Fire.
I see burning fire in your eyes:
Passion. Possession. Determination.
It fears me to see you fearless,
Hence like an ice I conceal.

But it has to make sense...

I crave for the fire in you to be the fire in me,
So let me conceal no more:
Only fire can thaw a frozen heart,
And you are the key to my door.

You are the fire that's burning,
Like an ice I'm pleading,
"Be my Valentine darling,"
For you are worth my melting.

And it starts to make sense...