Your light

Your light blinds me.

It shines with the brightest of flames:
Flames of your passion,
The strongest passion I have ever seen,
And it is wonderful, remarkable.

It glows steadily, like a pulse:
Brighter then darker in an endless cycle,
Like the beating of your beautiful heart,
Strong and warm and steady.

Its flame burns fiercely:
Hot and wild and dangerous,
Like the wonderings of your mind,
The intricate burning thoughts.

It flickers sometimes:
The flaming light going dark for a second,
A symbol of your struggle,
One that you always overcome.

Your light blinds me.