I am a flame with great desire,
You are a flame burning, and raging with revenge.
He is a dandelion at which rebirths.
I don't need nor desire your flames that ever so kindle mine.
I desire a soft, and loving soul.
One who will care for me night after night,
one who will change my ways.
I'll be an imperial pearl.
A pearl that erupts into flames every once in a while,
but is cooled down by the touch of the sweet soul's lips.
When his dandelion eyes go black with darkness,
I give him my heart, and the blue comes pouring out.
Hope is all a person can have, for if I was with a flamed rebel.
I would surely die.
I would die of suffocation by our very own smokey flames.
Never would I be that smooth, silk pearl with only a touch of flames.
I would be the fire that burns, and destroys.
I beg of you to let me go, and find yourself a lover to quench your own flames.
For, I have already found mine.
