Heart Burns

Burns, heart burns
a heart that burns
and there’s the coal of love
from which it burns.

Fan the kiln,
the flames must rise,
in the warmth of your fire
death does lie.

Confused, bewildered
In remorse, I lie.
Blood, red blood,
All around I spy.

In search of love
Did death, I find?
Or craving for death,
In love , my heart abide?