A fiery passion until death, and past.
At seventeen, you caught my eye
My ardor burst in flame.
I wooed and won, you with a sigh,
Ignited just the same.
My soul is kindled by your smile
Sad heart singed by your tears.
Some loves run hot, then cold a while,
Ours more than burns - it sears.
The glowing embers of our nights
Light up the days between
Hot passion every glance incites
Lust sparks against the screen.
But what cold future lies ahead,
A passion doused by time?
Fear not, we'll burn 'till we are dead
In ashes we'll recline.
Posted from Cologne, Germany on the last day of February
Second place in the Romance category for a February 2009 Poetry contest.