Every day I grow braver,
each moment brings me closer,
to the heat
from the fire in your eyes
when I first saw you,
all the tumbling digits
within me
fell into place.
I opened wide
I did not wait for you with patience
I sought you with
calculated determination
like a heat seeking missile.
I frightened myself
This isn't quiet love
Not wine and candlelight
But bonfires and firefights
(Explosions in the sky)
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