The Third Degree

His love is like a fire bright an warm;

It hugs you like a blanket but can burn. 

My love for him falls outside of the norm, 

It's new and growing like the summer fern. 

Beware! Do not get too close to the fire, 

Pretty it is, but awful to the touch. 

His love can make you think your hearts inspired, 

But soon your heart be walking with a crutch. 

My love has never gone so unexpressed;

Here comes my soul, my love, he wants to talk.

I suddenly begin to feel depressed,

Never again! My heart has become blocked.

For he has shown me how dark man can be,

I never knew that love could murder me.