Inflamed with desire
  You will never meet
I often ache for it
  But always out of reach

The slow burn inside
  Becomes absolute
Yet there is never
  A chance to see its truth

I have become
  A person of only one
Never believing
  It could ever be fun

Then stricken
  With a sense always unknown
It has made within me
  Its very home

No longer will it be
  Absent from the mind
I smolder it only
  As a gift to be kind