He was the type that seemed to be straight out of a story book

The type who’s love served a warning tale

Yet still I was draw right to him

Like a fly following the light trail

My sisters warned me of the other girls

The ones who melted in his touch

But I ignored the obvious signs

In my fit of love and lust

And so I loved him with all my heart

And soon his love spread too like fire

But his love became to much

And his longing became dire

So he burned me to the ground

And then kissed me in my grave

For his love was just to much

He confused his love and rage

In the end he loved me so fiercely that I burned

Now he must only love the ashes

For what’s lefts a hollow husk

Since his loving burned like matches