Brush fire

In the forest of love
Trees of emotions are grown
Leafs of passion are sprouting
Grasses of compassion everywhere
Oh the beauty of young love
Oh the fire of a new relationship
Where they can't take their eyes of each other
Where the only voice they hear is their half's voice
But there is a little brush fire
The little scare in their heart
The demons in their nightmare
The scary idea of losing each other

Banji Coker