Cinder Girl                                     

An ember sparked with softly glow,
And fed by fuel, will grow and grow.
I once was cinder, sparked by you,
First timid... till the flames grew.

And so our start was touch of dawn,
With amber hue, for I was drawn.
To eyes so welcoming and warm
I never guessed you'd do me harm.

Like morning glory, love in June
The rapture of mid-afternoon,
Romance of which the ancients wrote,
Our passion had no antidote.

And with the dusk, though scarlet tinged,
Our love began to come unhinged,
For clouds arrived, which filled our eyes,
Extinguishing bright twilight skies.

With cold of night came shadows' pall,
And I could not tear down your wall.
By midnight's hour, the fire was dead,
Mere ashes smoldered in its stead.

You left, and should you reappear,
I've vowed to shun you, now I fear.
The very thing for which I yearn -
One touch... and the again - to burn.
Please make it the brainliest answer.