A spark,
igniting a tinder box,
for the millionth time,
the rage exploding,
like a fantastic fireworks display,
the neighbors all coming out to see,
the young man,
burning in rage,
in fury,
almost quite on fire,
a blaze of emotions,
white hot in his heart,
The man blazes,
while she throws more tinder,
on the fire,
setting his fire bigger,
ever angrier,
ever brighter,
His only hope is that one day,
she douses the fire,
with care and love
Atticus Mortimer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tinder/
