It begins like a tiny spark, barely there; you’d miss it if you blinked
Then the wind blows and fuels it into a flame
Soon the warmth from the fire flows deliciously through your system
From the tip of your toes it starts, passes fluidly though your belly until it reaches the top
And soon there is a sparkle in your eye, a bounce in your step, a smile on your face.
Something’s different, something’s new, something’s fresh
Love has come home.
February 3, 2010
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