Strong flame

Tell me your ready to kill me my love,
don't forget that you say that a lot.
Your fist squeezed red like a boxing glove,
and I am here standing firm in my spot.

Swing at me like you often follow through,
cut me with your rings and run the blood.
Standing still poking fun at your view,
come on honey bring on the fist full flood.

Make me bleed a gallons worth of pain,
teach me the lesson I am to learn.
Punch and kick me back to you again,
my heart for you will always burn.