Passing Flame

It's fair, I think, to want my care. You want some flare, and maybe thrill. It's fair, I think, to dream of me, to dominate this body, and derange this mind. All the while, loving her in comfortable peace; Being with her in mundane days; Spending lazy moments In a comfort place. It's fair, I think, for what am I But a passing flame In winter times? ©reddragonfly⚘