Desire

If you are a fire,
Then i would desire,
To be wrapped in the flames,
And play the fatal games,
It would be difficult to depart,
Our ashes won't have distinct marks.
God, himself, may not be able to separate,
For as it'll be a facet of our love remains,
And the ever conscious, immortal,
our enveloped souls,
Will time and again raise a colorful Phoenix from grey,
and our story will unfold.