Translator of a Heart

I wish I could do more than leave scars that wont be forgotten for I am always fading away from friends.
My heart is a campfire that leaves dark marks on the earth but it is always covered by leaves,  

My flame is huge but it is too far away to be seen, 

The heat radiating from it reaches great lengths and warms frosted hearts,

Though I give off searing heat it is only enough for half of my heart to be thawed,
My body is put through a toll of heated blood that flows throughout my being cooling until it thickens to a cold paste and enters my chilled heart,
My heart wants to pump its secrets into someone else veins not only for that person to share the secrets but to rely on them to live,

My heart has a tune of it's own with parts stolen off other's songs, 

My heart gets an adrenaline rush when it sings,

My pulse slows when it hears soft music,

Silence is what my heart feeds off of to breed words together that have great traits, 

Yet without the noise there would be no words to mate,

My heart is a poem that never ends,

My heart misses things before they are gone,

My heart understands a hidden language we all speak,

My heart is the perfect words said upon the release of a hug.

My heart is breathing in steam when I am cold. It just feels right.