I'm not sure that it feels quite done, but it seems to have stopped speaking to me.
Feel free to share your thoughts or suggestions... Or just go try writing some poetry of your own..
Impetuous Fire Forged Anew
Impetuous fire burns fast and bright,
but soon loses it flaming light.
Singeing and scorching are its' cruel ways,
never seeing what it leaves in dismay.
With soft words of love patiently whispered,
something lasting and true will be tempered.
As the fire burns down, it becomes something new,
like the slow burning ember, that is me and you.