Flames of Love

I played on the phonograph, some serenade, I was listening to it, while I layed. The serenade with my feelings created a fusion, Then I stepped into the world of my delusion. She was holding my hand tightly, This made me believe that this was a nuisance kind a illusion. Then a hot fleeing piece fell on to the phonograph creating a diffusion; Soon flames lept on me, To save myself i took out a shove, But no sooner covered with flames not of fire but of love.