[aVorbiss]: 642.Poetry.The Fire

The Fire

The boy sits and waits.
He waits for the sweetness to return.
The boy sits in distaste,
Waits for the fire to once again burn.

Yet gone now is the desire.
Apparently, she wasn’t ready.
All those times, was she a liar?
Truly gone now is the fire.

His words, passionate and daring...
But her feelings aren’t the same.
His thoughts, wanting and wearing,
But she doesn’t want to say his name.

If our feelings are confused,
By all of this I am thoroughly bemused.
I rarely ask, and beg even rarer still,
Is this really so against your will?

The boy sits and awaits,
She doesn’t see how he yearns.
The boy sits and wonders if his feelings are a waste,
Waits for the fire to so wildly burn.