The Fire

The glow of the campfire
Holds not a candle
To the fire that burns
Within my heart

So great is the loss
My heart has suffered
So great is the pain
My heart has endured
That ever passionate burns
The fire

The blithe, sweet melodies
Love whispers to my heart
Hold emptiness
And shame

Heartbreak built within me
A steady flame
And each twinge of pain
Each bit of kindling
Slowly feeds the fire
As it begins to engulf me