Fire; like the passion that burns inside--and Yearns to breathe and grow--and Consume, all that do not know--How intense my emotions are for these things I cannot show--and these Feelings that refuse to blow--away in the wind like imaginary gold... Will anyone ever really know? How much passion, inside I hold? Or will it forever stay hidden, never meant to be known...XXX--for your minds only--not you though, Me: Because I fester with my fire, burning 24 hours never ending or dying; Only getting bigger; And I live everyday with my secret intensity--hidden away, never meant to be found; quite frankly like Anne. But maybe one day my fire will burn out; Unattended--always left to smoke till it dies; Not unlike my passion...I will never take flight.