Your favourite love – in my hand
Love like a kiln O you, dear
Keeps on burning through out
But never utters a word
It is a stony silence
I can hear the hot air rising
As it sings through the chimney
And I am afraid to go near it
For fear of burning my skin
It is a black and white fire
that speaks no word
Even though you are
only one person, dear
I see your eyes carved in marble
Your mouth like a black hole in space
And I am afraid to touch you
For fear of being burned
But I want to hold you
I want to kiss you
I want to be your favorite love
Akshr
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