If I can't be a blaze of sparks...

"You see women are like fires, like flames.  Some women are like candles, bright and friendly.  Some are like single sparks or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights.  Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after.  Some women are like hearth fires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while.  But Dianne... Dianne is like a waterfall of sparks pouring off a sharp iron edge that God is holding to the grindstone.  You can't help but look, can't help but want it.  You might even put your hand to it for a second.  But you can't hold it.  She'll break your heart..."

~The Name of the Wind

Maybe I am a waterfall of sparks... but what isn't said is that she can't be held, so her heart too is breaking.  Perhaps I am candle... bright and friendly, but easily snuffed out and quick to melt down to nothing but a puddle of wax.  I'd rather be a hearth fire though... warm and red that burns for a long while constantly giving heat.  

Maybe women aren't like fires at all....