Playing with Matches

Love is like an unlit match.

And who doesn't love playing with fire?

Raw unrealized potential just waiting to explode,

Flashing upon my memory like a celluloid film. Never to expire.

Though the flame's existence maybe but mere seconds,

What a grand display before my very eyes.

Somethings are not meant to last forever,

But each of those precious nanoseconds holds the true prize.