Oh, that fire.
That beautiful fire that danced around.
The beautiful orange and blue mixture,
That blazed with beauty but your texture burned.
Your force field of your natural heat,
Burned everything around you within a distance.
But my hand around that force field,
Kept you safe as you danced.
You moved beautifully with my hand.
Keeping eye to eye.
Burning my gaze and blinding me.
Keeping you safe as you danced.
You are the element of love.
The title for all.
The danger to all...to me...
You are...my Dancing Flames.
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