Without her Flames she can no longer live
She runs, all tense with shivers she give
Under her hair where the wind penetrates
Every silk cord that we see it levitates
Even way better than a thermometer
I catch her tense in the rhyme barometer
How cold I was around her presence
While she lingering for me in patience
Too weak, in vain her voice calls for me
While busting out her desire and gettin' free
Only one host remains faithful: while cold
To understand the fathom beneath gold
The monarch, on the crown of holy desire
Who can tame the flames over the fire
And even in more than one great road
Touching everything that was owed
At the fresh bed where she barely slept
Gave her looks and her feelings swept
To the French where art were so cold
At least i left for her something to hold
She thought her fires was untamable
I tamed them in ways were untraceable
But still i'm the man who can't be tamed
While i off her fires I turned her inflamed
Because I own the sacred fire of the poet
And the physical things that proudly blow it
While the feather escapes my silly fingers
To touch her back near the fires that lingers
Let's stop because you could tell me now
You're not able to hold for a second somehow

Author/ Aladdin Aures H.