Villanelle – Passionate Fire

My passion burns for you like poison pulsing through my veins.
You are fire, my love; your intensity enticing,
you leave anger in my heart and little else remains.

You couldn’t leave those little things and constantly complained.
You are fire, my love; your ferocity frightening;
my passion burns for you like poison pulsing through my veins.

Like a rope, under tension, our relationship was strained;
and you are fire, my love, your laughter like lightening.
You leave anger in my heart and little else remains;

for I am not faultless and take my share of blame.
You were fire, my love; your interest inviting,
my passion burned for you like poison pulsing through my veins.

Not separating sooner is my only shallow shame;
yet still I am cold, without you with me.
My passion burned for you like poison pulsing through my veins;
you left anger in my heart and little else remains.

2019©DSCoremans

Picture Used Taken: Skye, Scotland (November, 2018) ©DSCoremans

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