Like flint                                            
striking                
      steel,
                                     upon some
                                          cold              ­              
                   november              
night,              
Your eyes                                    
     ignite            
                     passion.    
            in
     the
furnace      
of my soul -                        
But even the brightest                                
    of sparks,                                    
             will seldom                           
   see,        
               the.    
                                  morning.