Thrill of Passion [Glosa-Verse]

"The flame rises but it soon descends
Empty pages and a frozen pen
You're not quite lovers and you're not quite friends
After the thrill is gone"

Written and performed by: The Eagles

Thrill of Passion [Glosa-Verse]
By: Twisted Heart

The passion grips inside the soul
A barren wasteland once hard and cold
Now tempered with flames that burn through the night
Has left its mark on the edge of a knife
Higher and higher the embers to lend
Aid to a soul that's left him to tend
A light that's ignited the dreams left to see
Buried so deep, within pieces of me
I look at the glow as it twists and bends
The flame rises, but it soon descends.

No refuge to find in the heat of the night
As passion once more strikes up in sight
Two hearts skips a beat, as I lose my breath
Such feelings inside, I'll soon forget
In darkness, reaching for love once again
To comfort my soul by the touch of a friend
As icy warm thoughts spill out of my mind
Restless and ageless that's trapped against time
But words never uttered because of the sin
Empty pages and a frozen pen.

Here on cold sheets laying in grief
With anger at self for the secrets I keep
Sad tears of regret for lovers to lose
No holding hate when you're forced to choose
Still thoughts you now wrestle again and again
Upon dampened pillows from tears your heart sends
As the man you had chosen rises from sight
And soon disappears in the darkness of night
How did this all happen how did it begin
You're not quite lovers and you're not quite friends.

Now alone with my thoughts, I am hating myself
For the friend that I used to release me from hell
Is one I will lose when it's all said and done
A life in his arms was over before it begun
So I listen and hear empty words to a song
Was what we did so bad or so wrong
I can't help but wonder from the look in his eyes
Was it just an illusion or a master's disguise
What was his thoughts as he looked to the dawn
After the thrill was gone.
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Glosa-Verse
A Spanish form invented by court poets in the 14th and 15th centuries. An opening quatrain, called a 'cabeza' is chosen from another poet, or song. The glosa elaborates or 'glosses' on the quatrain with four ten line stanzas, their concluding lines taken consecutively from the quatrain and their sixth and ninth lines rhyming with the borrowed tenth.