• Burning deep within my soul
    As my heart's blood begins to boil
    Fire's light in darkest haze
    My mind's eye becomes a maze

    Fragile fingers curl
    And strong ones cradle
    Moon shines brightest in darkest night
    For this one thing even the frail do fight

    Sighs of joy and sighs of strife
    All in all it is a heart to lift
    A single being cannot contain it
    But with two fires are easily lit

    A painful joy it will always be
    But it is this love that is becoming of me