The fire in my eyes
You asked me to look at fire artists.
You asked me to look at fire lanterns.
You asked me to look at fireworks.
I got bored of it all very quickly.
But I can look at you,
Over and over again,
More than a million times,
And never get bored.
With the fire in my eyes.
shamanictracking 
Those are some pretty special words 🙂
Looks like a great location to say those words, too!
🙂 😍 xox
That is a great poem, and perfect timing as well. 🙂
Thank you so much! As you know, Asia is a very insiring place 🙂 xox
Very emotionally provocative. Love it.
A Great director said: “when I execute a symphony I feel the notes like I wrote them” I’m not a director, but you used words that make me feel like him.
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I think LOVE oozes from every line of your poem .. 🙂 Let the Fires Burn 🙂 xxx
♥ ♥ ♥ 🙂