I am trampled on snow,
You take a piece of me wherever you go.
A fragment dragged from the sole of your shoe,
My shape changed, no longer new.
A smooth surface with a gaping hole,
I wear your imprint like a scar.
Unable to fill the spot where you left,
A piece is gone, a new kind of theft.
My love is for the flames,
The height and the heat in exchanging names.
The settled debris,
Never a sight for me.
Until you came along; a new kind of fire,
The blaze in my heart, never been higher.