Fan The Embers

Is it so much to ask for,

Is it so much to want,

To be loved by someone

Who has a passion so infinite

The flames would never die out.


A passion insatiable

But only for me.

That I would work endlessly to quell

And beg to have quench me.

Only he knows what I want,

what I crave,

what I need.


…but why can’t he see

That passion in me?