Trilling my mind

Trilling my mind

WALK THROUGH THE FIRE

With burned feet I walk through the fire; walk through the fire of love.
I feel the pain of longing, unfulfilled moments; I feel the smell of suffering.

I feel your breathing on my neck, your hands all over my body
Feel your kisses on my skin, you can feel my trembling.
Tears are going down my face, tears of joy and suffering, the tears of my love.

This night is long, dark, cold.
I asked, searched, waited in vain, prayed for her.
I prayed to God to show me the way
to the one that will give me the miracle, the fire of love.

I am an angel with burned wings, who walks through the fire of love,
I hear your crying, I feel your pain, your shiftless call, with kisses I want to drink your tears. With my touch I calm your anxiety, with my love I give power to you.

With burned feet I walk through the fire; walk through the fire of love.
I feel the pain of longing, unfulfilled moments; I feel the smell of suffering.

I found her in the way of life sitting there with bowed head, waiting, waiting for me, you, us. I found your hand and gave gave you mine, our eyes told a story, two souls merged together, and love happened.

And nothing is as before, you show me the love fire in which I merged more and more and walk through it with my burned wings. She showed her new face, new warmth, beautiful, dangerous. She put the best luxurious robe, wrapped us with her gorgeous cloak and whispered softly: yes, that's me, your love.

Walking through the fire, I hold your hand tightly, and no, I will not give up, I will not be tired. I will not. But show me your longing, your desire to make me stay, prevent me to renounce... because I'm afraid, afraid to lose you, I'm afraid to be burned in this love fire without you. I am afraid of this fire I'm walking thru.

With burned feet I walk through the fire; walk through the fire of love.
I feel the pain of longing, unfulfilled moments; I feel the smell of suffering.

Author: Assay