You see the the thing they don’t tell you about burning love
Is that nothing burns forever
Nothing burns without destruction
A burning love is hot with passion
Fearsome with flashes of desire
But the hotter you burn
The faster you burn out.
Burning out until ash
Dust in the wind.
As Elvis Presley once said
“I feel my temperature rising, higher higher it’s burning through to my soul”
Burning love scorches and scars
A feverish love.
Don’t you know the purpose of a fever
Don’t you know what the goal is?
To remove the fictitious invaders
The virus that is your love
To purge it from the body
I feel my temperature rising.
It’s burning through to my soul
Cracks begin to form
Like a log in a crackling fire
Sneaky fault lines metastasizing my heart
When all is said and done
The rubble falls away
All that is left behind
Is a hunk
A hunk of burning love.