If desire’s a flame, then I’m a wildfire
If longing’s a spark, then I’m a pyre
If I’m a bee, you’re my flower
If I’m a tyrant, you are power
But if the first two are true, I’ll burnout
And if the third is real, I’m in a drought
Yet if the last is genuine, then I’m out
Out of luck, because I’ll never have you
Out of luck, because you don’t love me too...