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?
