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.