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.