Ignite not the night
With words of wanton passion
Poured in to my passive ears
Like sweet wine to parched lips
Strike not a spark
Against the flint of my bones
For fear of my tinder dry heart
Catching light and burning fierce
Create no wisps of imagining
That threat to build a forest fire
Unless your desire
Has power to quench the flames
Or courage to burn eternal with all
Love the theme running throughout and the tint of archaic style in a very smart poem.
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