There is a man

In this world

Who sets my soul on fire

And he knows

So he throws his wood

To keep it burning brighter

Or is it his breath?

His oxygen I consume and stay ablaze?

Fire with fireIgnited pyre

Does he also burn within his gaze?

Do we burn the breeze?

The water weeps

And still I extinguish not

And here I'm burning

-Forever yearning-

For all the reasons I haven't got.