Volatile Love

We burn like fire, fierce and wild,
A passion neither tame nor mild.
Each glance a spark, each word a flame,
Our love's a storm we cannot name.

In raging winds, we dance and sway,
Too close to hold, yet can't break away.
We rise, we fall, we twist, we fight,
A constant pull, both day and night.

Your touch ignites, your voice provokes,
We laugh in flames, we choke on smoke.
Yet even in the ash and pain,
We crave the fire, time and again.

A love so fierce, it leaves a scar,
But pulls us back, no matter how far.
For in the chaos, we find our way,
Volatile hearts that cannot stay.