Love and fire
Love does leave the soul to seethe
in the flames blazing it into
ashes upon the pitch black barren
How much more are men the happier
without love? To whom he pays
his dues in pains to feel fears worse
Shall I ever find a fitting love?
A girl who is sweet without deceit?
Simple without being sinful?
Faithful without being hateful?
Who plays no games for selfish