A lonely fire burns slowly, steadily

No fuel does feed the scalding flame

Yet burn it does, a remarkable thing

Without either food nor pay

The fire resides in each of us

Some are engulfed by its heat

Fed so much, it grows in size
Until everyone feels its fever
 

Others have a glowing ember

Not burning as of yet

But all it takes is a crucial moment

For ignition to begin

Mine is lonely, unassuming

Starving yet no hunger showing

In desperate need of fuel and care

Yet burning still

Showing no signs of stopping

The fire is my love.