Passion needs no match.

What do you say to someone whose heart is on fire?
Do you tell them that they are just a liar
not worth the time, not worth the burning tears
Can you really remove all their worthless fears;
Of being left again, of burning forever.

The fire in her heart, in her loins spreading,
spreading through her entirety. The fire is breathing,
breathing without oxygen. How her flames grow
with ev’ry second passing with ev’ry second woe
of being left again, shall I burn forever.