Fire

Stocking the fire from my side and yours,
We had a good thing going.
You threw more and more on,
from the skies our flame was showing

I threw more onto our fire,
Delighted by the heat and light,
Then you started putting less in,
And I realized it was a cold dark night.

I start to shiver; I don't like the cold,
I have so much to add to the fire. 
I want to be with you as we grow old,
But I need your heat and desire.