Because They’re Fated To

His heart, a burning field
With flames standing out
Like stalks of wheat
Reaching for the moon
And singing,
In the wind’s mouth swaying
While breathing ember in flocks,
Golden wings to travel the world over
And cast in the beloved’s ear a whisper,
Letters of fire trickling
To rest his name upon her heart.

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