Being in love is like sitting a campfire,

Slowly the flames get larger,

Filling the campsite with light

As you feed it more and more.

Gaining strength and power

It fills your entire body with warmth.

Some get too close

They get addicted to the heat

And need more

They stand so close to the colorful flames,

It starts to burn.

Forcing you to run home,

Screaming in pain,

Tears running down your face.

With scars that’ll take months

Or might never heal.

Others fall asleep,

On the hard forest floor

As the flames dies down.

Slowly making you colder.

Until you are forced to retreat,

To your cars and drive your separate ways.

But some of us are lucky

They stay up all night,

Telling secrets and stories.

The fire keeping their chatter going

Throughout the night,

Staring at the stars.

Eventually the sun comes up

Keeping their love warm forever.

Every love is like a campfire,

It’s always warm in the beginning

Ending with burns or the cold.

But if we are lucky it will end with

The warmth of the sun

To keep our love strong.