The consummation I devoutly wished
Consumed me all up with its hungry flame.
I was so full of passion and daring,
But you were only playing a child's game.
I believed that you were burning for me
The way I was smouldering hot for you.
You certainly burnt me repeatedly,
But it was ice and not flame in your view.
Now all that is left is cooling ashes,
Dark coals, and low embers just a-dying;
A safe hearth is impossible to keep
With those who can smile but keep on lying.
So don't play with fire, my friends, fair warning:
I am twice wed, never loved, and still mourning.
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