I burn! To know the pangs of love. These flames,
That singe & bake, that sear & broil my soul
Are but the birth contractions: payment, toll.
For each of Love’s rejections living maims.
See these are not the chains from Marley’s hole
How dark & clanging hopeless Without End
But rather here my soul’s most comely Friend
In living light my wounded heart makes whole
That to that course my living will should bend
Which e’er she knew but never yet could take
& by these Flames is forged anew to slake
The burning passions which my life could end
Your prayers of Love quench not this Burning lake
They heat the forge my soul’s new lamp to make