She would now lit the fire
Even though it’s hard to make it fainter
She would put puzzle of words
He would put narrative in herds
She would lost knowledge just sense
And sparks of logical emotion being now and then
He would tuck seemingly rational proposal in a den
She would see him as having no bargain
As he tired of this monstrous situation
He slapped the door and going to his heaven
She would stay still with no move
As if the open door will prove
That the roar she heard before
Would be his cycle back to the harbor
Would be him stepping in again at the door
But she would stay still with no move
And melt within the truth of the rouge
Embracing the pain as it turfs
And dissipate it to a fair
That sometimes, she needs to lit a fire
To make life fuller with flair