Her wayward heart turned tyrant
scorched in the furnace of love
still it clamours for passion
for fires, for flames
even for pyres
Leaning against the flames it nearly expires
stupid one, almost scorched beyond repair
still, the clamour is there
"love, and all of it for me," it shouts
somewhere the echo stutters "--- me-me-me"
yes, a me-me-me-love is for the take, not for giving
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