The fire of life once lit, burns not for eternity, but until the fuel runs out. The fuel is love, and the purer the quality, the brighter the flame
The fire of life once lit, burns not for eternity, but until the fuel runs out. The fuel is love, and the purer the quality, the brighter the flame
Time moves on into the fire Memories live on, echoing the past Nothing stands still, everything changes We live and we die, inevitably nothing lasts We love we hate we forgive Because tomorrow is another day We can choose to remember the good Although it is not always possible to be that way …
I love your lips when they’re wet with wine And red with a wild desire; I love your eyes when the lovelight lies Lit with a passionate fire. I love your arms when the warm white flesh Touches mine in a fond embrace; I love your hair when the strands enmesh Your kisses against my …
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