She moves her body like flames,the fire burning her within.
The fire turning her down,of the scars she had been hiding.
He moved her closer,intensifying het fears to help her breathe in the air of love once again.
She was dying every moment seeing the scars inbuilt.
He came then to lighten her world,slowly step by step towards her.
He kissed her wounds that had cut deeper,the ointments of his love, dressings of care and affection pouring into her soul.
Soon, she became the beautiful injury his heart yawned for.
She became the queen and her king faded the scars with immense love.