Inferno

The inferno of love doesn't kill you,
it melts your skin like silky butter
Till your claustrophobic tiny room
 smells like burning raw flesh.
So you run away,you run away from love,
till your legs bleed and you can breathe no more.
Only to realise that love is a path of no return.
So you numb your senses and build an enormous fortress
to guard your heart against falling in love.
You are reminded of the pungent smell
and you build your walls higher covering them with barbed wires.
It's impenetrable you think
But can guarded walls stop the winter breeze?
The breeze touches your skin 
till wrinkles enshroud your body.
You realise that love is not a blazing inferno
but a cold winter breeze.
It doesn't melt your skin but gives you chills.
So you let it in again,
opening the windows of your guarded castle.
Oblivious that love is a path of no return