ashes

[cidermaid]

Hi Overall this felt awkward and clunky but you stayed with your central image and so for this reason it does work, although I think you could tighten it up in places to keep the image fresher and avoid some of the repititions.
A few comments below;

I rise from the ashes This whole line is cliche but if what follows is strong enough it wll get covered.
as every word you say at me clashes. The end rhyme is forced, but again it is the lack of strenght in the whole that is really glaring. As could be ommitted. Think on the phrasing here, do you speak of what someone says at you?

My wrath is dying away in a way The closure of -in a way weakens this line. it is wishy washy no passion of conviction in what you have told the reader and as such the whole poem is polluted with this. I would suggest you thighen up you image of fire and ashes here Perhaps the embers of my wrath die.
every time you say 'I love you'
I can't get enough of you don't forget to check you punctuation (period here)

I can't get enough of feeling your skin. for me the I can't get enough is boring and un-needed. I would cut this line down...in fact the whole stanza see next comment
as light as a feather in the wind
yet scorches me as a fiery coal I'm holding
when the fear of losing you is growing This whole stanza has much promise but as it stands is not quite delivering. again why introduce a feathe (which is cliche) when the image of a wind blown cinder is so accessable in the thought lines we have going.

I shall hold this coal until my hand is only bones
and then I'll hold it longer
because this pain doesn't hurt Again a good idea not quite delivered with enough punch. Try not to use any words twice. Ember furnace, brazier this is such a rich vein of images to draw from. Show us how this love burns.

to my ashes I return
without wrath, hatred or any mourn mourn is an odd inclusion here
I return peaceful minded
because me you have reminded this line has slipped into yoda speak.
of old time romantics and love
and now,
now I'm free as a dove sorry but again free as a dove is a clanger of a cliche.
This whole last stanza is the weakest of the poem. I felt it could be ommited without distracting from the poem.

Hope some of these comments are of help. AJ.