London Burns
It is a warm, dusky spring evening on the shore of the lake.
He watched her moving with silk-like grace,
Whence cometh these flames, burning alive a soul thought lost?
Desire awakens inside his heart.
Hoping for a chance to make her his own, his one true.
Love can conquer all, but can break the same.
Love he has but known only once, he yearns to feel again.
A scale is weighed, here or there…
He knows the truth in what he feels, a living love in infant form.
Growth will come in violent purge.
A choice hangs in the midst, not of his control
helpless he feels and time he gives.
Time for decision wrought, not of haste and regretful woe
Careful love for a carefree life.
