i watch that ember burn,
in a slow-roasting fire.
i hear each individual crackle,
exciting my inner-most desire;

to feel that blaze a'burning,
deep inside of my heart.
that's ceased, post-recently,
to strike the steel to start.

blood type: irrelevant,
for it's flint flowing through my veins.
the tinder within must surely be damp,
else you, my dear, fight flames like rain.