He is a fire,

his untamed blaze proudly consuming all that's around him.

I am a mere flower,

fragile and silent,

gently following the wind beside him.

I fade out of existence, but he knows I'm there,

he is brighter and prouder next to me,

and I only get smaller as I fuel him.

Hard to notice me, I hide in his flames,

but someone once saw me and warned me,

"Little flower, don't get too close,

he'll get tired or your presence and turn you to ash."

I only laugh, they won't tear me away.

I sink closer to him, it burns,

but it's better than the cold without him.

Piece by piece, I burn,

losing parts of myself.

I don't know how it started,

nor how it will end,

I just know what's happening now.