The Power of Passion
All men are ants measured next to you
And behind you is a trail women fluttering to be near you
They are insects excited by your flame
Eventually getting too close and burning
They turn to ash at my feet
I stare into your fire and my heart burns
Tempted by the potential magnitude of our power that would sear through this earth
I am close to you and I do not burn
I am a kingdom
And when we come together
We will be an empire
We will be power.
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