Love

Bit of kindling
Bit of gasoline
Bit of a spark
Bit of a flame

Crackle crackle smoke smoke
This is how it goes
Breath of fresh air
Blown softly under the bricks
And the flame grows bigger

More twigs
More logs
More air
More flame

Less smoke more flame
This is how it goes
No need for fresh air
Less need to feed the fuel
And the flame stays the same

Out of tinder
Out of wood
Out of air
Out of flame

Smoke is gone so is the flame
This is how it goes
The breath is gone
No one feeds the fire
And the flame breathes its last