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before he arrived
the fire in my heart had downed to a mere ember
grasping onto it's last spark of light
and crying out for tinder
afraid to loose the last trace of warmth

but when he arrived
the waterwheel in my mind began to spin
fueled by the river of thoughts that he kindled
the small stream burst into raging rapids;
parting only for the strong rock of his being

when he arrived
the frost which lounged so long on the grasses melted away;
the bulb that had longed to bloom finally split
revealing the first of what was to be
many years of colorful flowers

when he arrived
the air was foul with the stench of decay,
but his breath was sweet as spearmint
and his touch as soft as flower petals
the very wind seemed to adore him

when he leaves
the fire will return to embers
the rapids will return to a brook
the flowers will shrivel and die
and the air will clog my lungs with pollution

but the heat will still remain,
and the brook will swell with soon-coming rain,
the bulb under the earth will still hold life
and the wind will carry his memory as it was
peaceful, fleeting, comforting

Description
before he arrived
the fire in my heart had downed to a mere ember
grasping onto it's last spark of light
and crying out for tinder
afraid to loose the last trace of warmth

but when he arrived
the waterwheel in my mind began to spin
fueled by the river of thoughts that he kindled
the small stream burst into raging rapids;
parting only for the strong rock of his being

when he arrived
the frost which lounged so long on the grasses melted away;
the bulb that had longed to bloom finally split
revealing the first of what was to be
many years of colorful flowers

when he arrived
the air was foul with the stench of decay,
but his breath was sweet as spearmint
and his touch as soft as flower petals
the very wind seemed to adore him

when he leaves
the fire will return to embers
the rapids will return to a brook
the flowers will shrivel and die
and the air will clog my lungs with pollution

but the heat will still remain,
and the brook will swell with soon-coming rain,
the bulb under the earth will still hold life
and the wind will carry his memory as it was
peaceful, fleeting, comforting