Build me a fire, Love,

And let’s burn.

The wood that fell this summer in the forest,

Now it’s dry, and I can see

How the fire clings to each piece

That you have thrown into the stove,

The way I cling to you,

The way you cling to me.

In Love, it seems,

The many splendors shine

With warm welcoming.

The eyes do glow with sweet sincerity 

And hope.

Let’s throw ourselves on the hearth of Love tonight.

In the churn of Life’s great unknown, 

Deep down where the magic lives...

Build me a fire, Love,

Let’s burn.

-jenn