Playing with Fire:

“I love you,” said the fire

to the newly leafed woods,

“For you I’ve much delight

to love you like I should.

“Let me caress your leaves

I can warm you in the cold night

and protect you from the thieves

who wish to steal your sweet delight.”

And so the lonely woods

decided to comply

reaching for it’s new-found love

but, instead, burned and died.