the Fire

    A day will pass, without event

    A week will pass, so much the same

    A moment in your presence, spent
   
    sets hopless lonliness aflame


    It burns and shines the brightest light

    as darkness, swiftly then recedes

    The warmth and glowing last the night

    as steadily the fire feeds

   
    the kindling, all the tinder thoughts

    that otherwise may leave me cold

    and tie my stomach tight in knots
   
    now burns to ash in red and gold

   
    and you my dear, you ARE the fire
   
    you keep me safe, and warm and sound

    you're something that I deep desire,
   
    you burn my darkness to the ground.