The flame I vanquished
to the corner of my mind
Down To the very depth
of my weary lovesick soul
It will not stay tamed
Once awakened it burns
Not quietly, nor meek
But
With a thunderous roar
from blackest night
to clearest day
Back and forth it sway
And the words stamped onto my heart
Over and over they cross my lips
Whisper quietly into the room
But screaming within
Until my lungs and my heart ache:
I love you, I love you, I love you
Ron