Loves Fire
"If the heart is an organ of fire then love is the passion fanning desire. Burning passion is a radiant force. It melds respect. Respect its seductive powers and it will burn eternal. For love can sweep you up like the winds of fire. Abuse its power and the careless will get burned. If love dares to flicker over time, stoke the coals or put it out gently like a wick between fingers. Always recognize both its spark and the potential for flame. Compassion is the undying light to love’s fire. Show your love as if it is your last match to wet kindling."–Joe Tornatore
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posted by Joe Tornatore | 7:10 AM
4 Comments:
This is so true, very nice Joe. I have always been intriqued by the heart, a muscle that has soo many jobs but yet it is still just another muscle.
honk,
it is to marvel.
The flame of love that tries to ignite an unseasoned heart will find that the glow of ember is ever elusive. It will feel warm and good, but only for a moment! It will flicker and smoke like unseasoned wood, but nothing you do will keep the flame alive. True love doesn’t hurt, isn’t spiteful, nor does it seek comfort; it just is!
et,
sometimes I feel like I am the third best writer in my family.
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