Steemit Poetry Contest #12- Cinder Love

A cinder flared will gently glow,
when fed with fuel, will bloom and grow.
I was once cinder, flared by you,
at first, I was first shy, until the flames then grew.

Our beginning was feeling of dawn,
with golden color, for I was drawn
to eyes so cheerful and warm
little did I know you will do me harm.

Like daybreak brilliance, affection in June
the bliss of noon,
passion of which the aged wrote,
our love had no antidote.