The charred remains of a soul
That once was a blaze with passion,
And as she fueled that passion,
It grew hotter and hotter,
Sucking the oxygen away from the air
Surrounding them.
His passion because an uncontrollable inferno,
And she pulled away from the searing heat,
He terrified her.
Touching her soul in places
Where she'd never been touch,
And leaving his mark on her heart as well.
His passion, like that for his life,
Blazing uncontrollably until
There was nothing left to burn.
His own heart and soul consumed
Until he was hers and hers alone,
And then she put him out like
Last nights campfire.
She says I love you, but...
I want you, but...
I am in love with you, but...
But nothing, his blazing passion
Has brought him to the depths of hell,
Where the searing heat
Is consuming his soul.
Let this be the day that it is learned,
Passion without control
Sends you straight to Hell.
Robert J Nye (2008)
