fire

A fire, for which I am sick

In flames you left my heart burning,
You will not let this passion grow,
But in my soul you’ve put a yearning,
For which I am sick:
forever sad, like melting snow.

My feelings come, sparks in the night,
I deem control I do not achieve.
With your eyes you’ve set them alight,
For which I am sick:
forever concealed in my grief.

My one true being is all ablaze,
But you don’t care what you have stirred
Inside of me with your dark gaze,
For which I am sick:
forever trembling, and all curled.

You left my spirit burning bright,
Yet you deny me a chance to love,
In the solitude of the endless night.
For which I am sick:
forever crying like a wounded dove.