It was a tendril of fire
Too hot to touch
Provoked the fire,
it was quite a shock.
Her flashing eyes shone-
"How dare you!"
she shrieked.
and slammed down, onto your head-
('You can never earn my mercy' she thinks!)
-with a slate.
Crack!

"Try and try again"
didn't work
this time.
Or the next...

Shake your head, rub your eyes
You'd regret angering the fire, cause
it laid you out supine,
cause
that was the moment you
fell in love,

Gilbert
              Blythe.