It starts slowly, rolling over the brain. br Desire then crests in foaming furnace-heat. br Once atop this wave of need nothing remains br But roller-coaster ride into the deep. br br Heat wave trims the soul of conscious coldness. br Love's fever, once felt, softens with smother. br Closes escape holes, then designs control. br Such flame-storm is made to melt all other. br br Until charged with unwavering desire br Love demurs what it needs to be set on fire.