Feed these fires in me,
Fan the flames in the coal.
Turn my heart into a furnace.
Unshroud the affection I hold for him.
Rouse the love that resides there.
Smelt it, forge it, refine it.
If it is enduring,
Let it emerge as steel.
If it is only transient,
Subdue these passions I feel,
Quell the stirrings that breed,
And bury the ashes that linger.9