He is a fire,
his untamed blaze proudly consuming all that's around him.
I am a mere flower,
fragile and silent,
gently following the wind beside him.
I fade out of existence, but he knows I'm there,
he is brighter and prouder next to me,
and I only get smaller as I fuel him.
Hard to notice me, I hide in his flames,
but someone once saw me and warned me,
"Little flower, don't get too close,
he'll get tired or your presence and turn you to ash."
I only laugh, they won't tear me away.
I sink closer to him, it burns,
but it's better than the cold without him.
Piece by piece, I burn,
losing parts of myself.
I don't know how it started,
nor how it will end,
I just know what's happening now.