Embers and Ash

Love is both a blessing and a curse, A mystery that none can rehearse. A puzzle that twists, forever entwined, Yet we seek it still, for all of mankind. Drawn like a moth to a glowing flame, A fire untamed, none can name. If left unchecked, it spreads like a blaze, Leaving behind only smoke and haze. Coldness needed to cherish its warmth, Must reign in the heart's desires forth. Wait for the moment, the perfect start, For love, like a flame, needs a tempered art. To burn bright and true, steady and slow, Not consuming all in its fervent glow.