You don't know why
But this one catches your eye
In a stream of river rocks, like a flash of gold
Dumb luck, I say
You weren't panning
You didn't make a net
But you caught the silver fish, in any case.
What use is she to you?
Thou who hast everything thou desirest
But you must have her as well.
Ah me, it is my fate to be swung like a dead cat three times over
For her fancy is a flight of fancy
And you won't hold her long.
Play your cat-and-mouse
While her interest lasts
Look, she has forgotten you already
Did you think a glance was so important?
A glance that could heat bricks,
But a glance nonetheless.
She glances everywhere
And the fire is all her own
I, who have followed her all this way
Only to be cast aside
I know her like I know every jewel of the heart
She is all cold fire, and no return
Ah yes, I know her well
She burns.
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Submission Name: Cold Fire
