Small and brave when the strong winds blow,
and threaten to douse the flames.
Roaring joyfully and huge as a night time sun,
the sparks flying up and outward for all the world to share.
Glowing and warm, there no flames flickering,
but with heat so strong that sigh could ignite them.
Cheerful, silly, filled with pops and crackles,
and Magic Powder to turn the flames purple.
Welcoming, after the longest days,
The beacon by which we navigate, always drawing us home.
Our love feels like a campfire.
Exactly like that.
Happy Valentine's Day, Sweetheart. Even though you're in Florida and I'm stoking my fire alone, in Winnipeg, in January. Again.
I love you.
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