Lovestruck.

I've not known many truths..

Everything I've heard,

Or sometimes even said,

Were the truths of others,

And I,

A mere crank-toy.

But I've a truth of my own,

Which I, surprisingly, do not own:

She, who can raise your head up to the heavens,

May also cast you seven hells beneath earth.

And, oftentimes,

She’ll be the one fuelling the wood to your fire.

And it would not stop there,

For there’s a mountain of logs on the hearth.

And yet,

Like a madman,

It is almost with joy!

you burn.

The End.