Sirens of love.

Sirens of love.

In the sirens of love he called her name , and to his heart she held the flame, more prominent than any known desire

because her heart was pure fire

He had loved her within his soul
And come to realise that being whole Ment that every broken piece of last Belonged to the shadows that she cast

For any fire burning bright, with furry like her burning flame, within his eyes he saw her beauty, and never called another name