Feed me

Feed the fire I hold inside for me,
give me some fuel and set the flames free.
Let them soar to heightened heights,
let their strength light the nights.
Make the heat strong enough to char,
have it be felt from distantly far.
The match has been lit and the flames stay,
feed me words and fuel me by what you say.
Come hold me tight and friction the heat,
perhaps a spark will lite the sheets.
Feed the fire I hold inside of me,
and grow the flames for you to see.