When I’m walking,
I can’t compose myself—
and when I’m near you,
I just get butterflies of color.
I don’t see why,
cause I know you,
and I know when you cry.
I just want to hold you,
to take away the blubber.
So please, don’t deny me,
or draw in the tide.
You are my flame,
and that flame will never fade.
So please, just choose me—
make me your muse.
I want to feel all your love
for many years to come.
Because you are my flame,
a flame that cannot burn out,
a flame you can’t forsake.
You leave me flustered, clustered,
unsure of what to say—
I just need you to be my flame,
a flame that I can see
when I’m lost in the dark.
Be the flame that stays with me
for eternity,
leading me to safety.
And now, my final say—
will you be my flame?
The Flame
