Slowly press the bellows

Trying to secure the limit of extremes
from the dying, embers raise a spark that lies unseen

For once, we were both kings and queens
where once the flames within our bodies lying stripped
the dying embers that once were torches
 now reduced, the flickering tapers wick

Just leaving blackened charcoal, a remembrance that spits
how cruel, how cruel, those tokens cannot be redeemed
for love that's slowly dying, its lasting heat remains beneath
to wing on passions once again, fly like the Phonix, never to retreat

For attraction is the rainbow in the sky so sweet
so slowly press the bellows to swell the heart
 fire of love lies dormant, it just needs a breeze
to rise and to consume, with rabid tongues that lick
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