Gauntlet

What began as a spark, a familiar heat

Grew to flames of untenable size

I would have run for the hills, leaving you in my wake

Were it not for the warmth in your eyes

An unsustainable burn, a passion so thick

You couldn’t slice it with less than a scythe

Too hot to hold, I grew scared of the cold

That I’d contend with the rest of my life

See, a fire like this, built of kindling and love

It warms you right down to the bone

But a fire like this one, if left uncontrolled

Will destroy every inch of your home

Now I’m cleansed by inferno, alight in its wake

It burned down what obstructed my view

The clarity sought, through the fire, I got

Now the only thing missing, is you