because of my intense desire
around my love became a fire
leaping, dancing in the wind
and i, who had never sinned
pleaded for a warm embrace
asked to even touch his face
instead he only looked at me
with the devils mockery
suddenly, the cold winds changed
as if somehow God had arranged
to ease the heart that could not stand
the agony of love's demands
then i saw a leaping flame
seek him out to play his game
that passion that once played with me
in the nights undying misery
i laughed as he called out for love
then watched the flames so high above
reach his heart that once was cold
and as his words of love were told
i knew at once without debate
my love for him had turned to hate



again, not mine but a favorite