Love and death.

 Would my situation change if smoke was blazing from me now, I feel as though a forest fire waits beyond my brow,

intensity of passion burns and coalates the flames of heart In the context of our lament cries A million world's apart,

Furthermore my heart It yearns an sos in nightly stars , trodden throughout the wilderness of life sweet baring scars

Fortunately love and death cannot be the same , for death it comes of nothing more But love it yields a flame.