Heat to warm the darkness in the soul,
flames that brings light into the heart's midnight
a torch that guides the mind to shimmering ore of dreams,
the burning that roasts the flaccid thoughts of cold indifference,
ever an inferno searing succinctly and intensely
with ablaze that lips breathe in scorching language
that melt the icicles formed on the spirit
by winters of hibernating hope.
Love is the match that strikes
kindling in life's forest,
it rages when set afire
over each of desire's trees.
Giving passion's glow to one's landscape
spreading to each thicket in thought,
until it turns into a furnace
giving fingers a sun's radiance in infatuation
for all the tinder in one's essence,
which so needs to be consumed.
Becoming the illumination
to seek another to walk in the shadows as eternal companion,
granting candles for every talent and ability.
Where one's very pulse flows in exhilaration's lava,
volcano of potential
erupts in a romance for every facet and feature
the eye thus beholds with valentine vision.
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Adding your comment:
I love this line too 'granting candles for every talent and ability.' But it's all just wonderful.
Shine on, and keep up the great works. 
i have no chance now 
