No mortal can resist burning flames

In the eyes of a type of person not defined by words,

But by its victims,

Suffering from suffocation of the body, soul, and spirit.

The inability to construct a thought

Is overwhelming in its presence.

As the tendrils of beauty strike the heard and mind

Until they bow to its raw power,

The scorching brightness of its glow will be shielded by my will

To receive its blessing in the art of love.