The Fire of Love - Marlon Williams

The fire of love

Has burned me through

No vow ever made

That I wasn’t given too

Now the boys are feeding

On every gift she brings

And I’m left alone to tremble

Like an adolescent king

Perfect hands

Claim what they will

Know how to hold a heart

Not being still

And I’ve tried to settle in

Love her as she goes

But there’s really nothing gentle

In the touch of one who knows

Fare thee well

True love of mine

May all your sweeter fruit

Cling forever to the vine

The road is hard to follow

And I’m drifting too

But if you ever find the middle

I’ll be waiting when you do