My love for love itself is overflowing
The thoughts in my head are tender and raw
Over and over again, I see that portrait of you
Of an angel
The spitting image of love itself is embedded in you

In your nut brown hair
In your toned arms
In your silken thin lips

Slowly the flames burn my heart
All incentive has melted away, with no wick left to light
and no rock left to spark

And it is then I realize that life has shown me all its foibles
And that I may never fall for love again