Counting the Nights

You’ve taught me
the beauty of love and war
Life, raged within me like battle torn soldiers
filled with passions, but out of ammo. With no hope left
you are the wind that blew the embers
from that distant utopian land. You’re the spark
which set fire to the enemy’s encampment. The blaze
who burned freedom free.

Signed,

—Your Love


—From {Dance with me like there’s fire between our toes}—Metronome

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