O, My Flame Behind your eyes I see something burn a love, a furnace of raging fire to me these feelings shall never turn but for you my heart shall never tire The second you were from aether born The bless'd pantheons did conspire to weave beauty and life into one form and keep goodly spirits there to guide her 'ere your feet lust you to roam o'er rocky hill or winding weir there shall be my willing home past castle moat or distant spire At dusk the land engulfs the sun, For all a vision to inspire A lonely while does the light adjourn but always will I, to you, aspire The words from your lips, cruel and stern through my thoughts, like a fine rapier they rip and rend with each return Is there an end to this heartless ire? Yet the heat of the steel leaves me not forlorn Though may my weakened eyes perspire A careful look may still discern A the lovers grip upon this squire I long that I should come to earn Your hand, to walk you down the aisle with each step my soul would churn "To you", they'd say, "This ring will tie her." And your scolds would be not me to spurn, But to the carefree children I would sire, A life of cheer with no concern No man could wish for any higher the songs I sing your notice yearn towards your ears they do enquire it is my dream you may someday learn the passionate heat of mine desire So I raise my voice, for praise or scorn a small serenade by a quiet choir until the day all ballads are gone or, ye gods forbid, you lose your fire.