Green Fire

It's in your eyes, that green fire.
I can't tell if it's love,
Passion,
or hate.
But I love it.

And when the spring comes,
all that surrounds you,
all that you are
Everything is laced with green fire.

Your tears burn green onto your cheeks,
but it's so beautiful when you cry,
so beautiful.

So, then the air turns colder,
and the fire is all that is near,
encase me in your green fire,
look me in the eye,
and my heart will flare up into raging green bliss.