to the wax
to the wick
to the spark
from the flint
theres a flame
set by you
in thy stomach's pit
spreading fast
it takes my feet
so I may run to you
it takes my arms
spilling words on page
it takes my breath
causing a nervous studder
it takes my heart
and gives it all to you
It burns within
from the heart
to the mind
to the thoughts
to the dreams
to the touch
to the page
from the soul.
Wow. I really love the progression of your lines. This is simply amazing.
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