A Burning Love:

My wick's on fire
It burns for you,
My precious flame
That's red and blue.

Your sizzling hot
My heartbeat stalls,
Your smoking body
Makes my skin crawl.

The winds may blow
The rains may come,
But your silhouette
Will never succumb.

For I will illuminate
Your shining beauty,
Until watching eyes
They all get droopy.