You say you love the sun,
and you even say you love the fire.
but what happens when there's too much sun,
the rain turns into a storm?
What happens when the fire becomes uncontrollable?
You don't love them anymore.
You find shade,
use an umbrella,
and extinguish the fire.
What if I grow,
find new passions,
and even begin to feel emotions again?
Will you still love me?
Will you bear the heat from the sun?
Will you dance in a thunderstorm?
Will you burn in the fire?
Will you still love the new me?