fire

They say when I meet
My eternal true love
I would surely greet
In my heart, sparks all over.

But when I met you
I never felt them
Not even the tiniest 
Spark at the event.

But instead of sparks
I felt fire berserk
Spreading from my soul
Over my flesh and bones.

Curling around my fingertips
Which held your hand
I am sure you felt the fire too
Pulling us closer with a golden strand.

— Manya