My Love

Passion, like a blazing star,

Fell from the heavens and landed upon my breast.

I held it there, cherishing it like a mother cherishes her child.

To all the wayward smiles I met,

I did not tell of my living gold.

I kept the secret behind my eyes,

And oh, how it blazed there,

Setting upon my heart a fire so bright,

I am sure the sun must blush to look upon it.

Every time I open this gift,

The heady scent flows through me,

Picking me up and tossing me to the breeze,

Where I sour, undeterred by the coldness below.

I feel that if ever this passion died,

Smothered by time or swept aside by cruel fate,

That I should also be put out.

My flame no more.

Laid to rest beside my fiery rose.

For what is life without love,

And what am I without him?