For my lady.

The Burning

Every second without you
It grows stronger
The burning desire I cannot fight
Consuming all I am
Roaring outwards from my soul
A silent wildfire rages

It is want, it is need, it is everything
And I burn
Until the moment we touch souls again
And then shall the burning abate?
No!
Our binding only inflames me more

I am drawn by a power beyond my own
A moth to the flame
I am powerless, I am small, but I am not afraid
Look into my eyes and witness the burning
As my soul is reduced to ashes for you
Only to be reborn on your lips

It is my precious gift
That only you can reach
Or stoke, or control, or even dare to stand within
Our passion is beyond all other meaning
And I will burn for you
Always