Beginning

It is

Often

A thought, well invoked,

Of those such passionate

Flames and cruel waters

In the case of love.

But I have found in equal

Measure upon being struck

By the missile of that such adored babe, that

These flames bring a warmth to my, most cold

Heart

And these waters wash my intentions

So joyously

Clean,

That I can not help but ascribe these

Most horrendous values with others

For I am gifted with

Image of  her, her who could rival and

Overcome

That pearlescent being born from sky blood

And wave brine

This most stunning sight that moves

My heart,

Has changed my flame, 

Into a hearth,

And my monstrous waters, those that drown me,

Into a thing most gently caressing