The Furnace of the Soul

A sudden fever burns within my vein,
A sweet and sharp, intolerable pain.
Your eyes hold lightning, fierce and wild and bright,
That turns to ashes all my darkest night.

No iron to the magnet is more true,
Than is my captive spirit drawn to you.
The world recedes, a phantom, pale and grey,
I only live to see your face by day.

This is no gentle spark, but raging fire,
A tempest born of infinite desire.
One touch sets all my trembling nerves aglow,
With currents swift that through my body flow.

Let not the sands of time slip idly by,
Beneath the vast and unrelenting sky.
Come, let us fuse our souls in passion’s heat,
And make this burning universe complete.

In the grand tradition of the Romantics, this piece explores the sublime terror and beauty of falling in love. It speaks to that breathless moment when the self dissolves into the beloved, urging us to seize the moment before the fire fades.
Écrit par Jack G. de poemopedia.com

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