Blessed by Fire

There are some secrets that belong only to us,

like our love’s beginning – how, when, where.

They must be surely concealed from everyone,

for people never would understand that story.

Flame that rounded us like sacred aureole,

sternly, firmly and mercilessly imprisoning.

Unknown power coming from so long past

that shoved us into passionate inner circle.

No one knows,

at least fancies,

on that first day,

what kind of fire blessed us forever.

Published in Amomancies, print and online issue April 21, 2015.

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