Which version of this poem do you like more?
Version 1: Love Is Like A Flamethrower
A flamethrower in hand, I venture forth With passion burning bright, my love a torch I spray my flames, a reckless, wild desire Consuming all in its relentless fire But in the heat of passion, I forget The danger that my flames can truly wreak I scorch the earth and singe the tender green Leaving nothing but ash and a bitter scene So now I learn to wield my weapon well With caution and control, I'll ring the bell For love is not a flame to be let loose But a fire to be tended, with care and use So let us ignite, but with a steady hand And let our love forever be a brand That burns with warmth and light, not with destruction A flame that brings love, not bitter eruption.
Version 2: Love Is Like A Flamethrower
I held my flame close, like a candle's light Hiding my passion, out of fear and fright But now I've learned to let it burn so bright Like a flamethrower, I'll ignite For love is not a thing to be concealed But a fire to be fully self-revealed I'll let my light shine, just like the song For this little flame of mine, has been too long I'll let it burn wild and free, with no regret For love is a flamethrower, not a net That catches and constrains, but a force that empowers A light that illuminates the darkest hours So let us ignite, with all we are And let our love forever be a star That burns with warmth and light, not with destruction A flame that brings love, not bitter eruption.