BY CAROLE NICHOLS
Running in reckless, heated flight,
You seek a place only felt;
The easing of the hunger inside,
Soothing the ache that love has dealt.
Yet before you feel the cool of peace,
You must brave the heat of the storm;
Drenched in sweet rivers of fire and ice,
Trusting that love will do no harm.
So you give yourself up, run into the flame,
Head thrown back as passion rules;
You tremble and feel your world explode,
Drowning in love's stormy pools.
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