Love, light and plenty of fire.
All of them build to desire.
Shot through the heart to alight.
Made a spark that fuelled just right.
Passion filled the air to bursting.
Both of us were thirsting.
Eager for a taste at heaven.
The watchers said number seven.
Passed the chalice to take a sip.
Then you did bite my lip.
Forged the inferno and stacked it high.
Throughout it we pair did cry.
Oblivious to the world beyond.
To their words we did not respond.
Lost within this group of two.
I am you and you are me too.
So call us selfish and lay the blame.
Neither of us will feel shame.
For this time is ours to grip.
And we refuse to let it slip.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 