There is a fire burning
Inside my chest;
Without her love it grows.
She cannot smell the smoke
Or feel the heat;
My demeanor never shows
The pain I feel
Without her love
As the seconds tick away.
For, only her love
Can douse my fire
And alleviate my dismay.
And if she should choose
To deny her love to me
The fire will not seize to spread.
And it's flames will consume
All I have to give
Until the fire's left me dead.
There is a fire burning
Inside my chest;
Without her love, it grows.
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