It is easy to be fooled by your beauty and mistake you for a flower like a Dahlia, Tulip or Orchid
But you are not that frail and standing so still requires one to be torpid
Instead take it from an admirer
You are a brightly burning fire
Yet despite the danger
My fear grows fainter
I realize I cannot stop and I must keep going
I am bound by my heart to try knowing
So you are a fire?  Then burn and consume me
Flicker, scorch and smolder and by reducing me to ashes you’ll show me
That despite the lateness of love’s season
Things do happen for a reason
And should this be the death of me
I am fine, I just need to be free from this mystery
Could you ever love me?