A Lover's Flame

A Lover's Flame

Is thine flame so weak that it recedes with each whisper from a lover's breath?
Hast thou heard a knell in the winds of a lover's soft breeze?
Oh, the mistaken paths we tread.
These drafts intend new flames for your cooling embers
I confess, these intentions are not understood with ease.

Yet, I still wonder:
Such a gale as I now blow,
should, with a lover's flame,
yet a larger blaze bestow.

Perhaps it is thine own flame that doth not shine so bright.
Doth not true love shine with a fiercer light?

Ah, but as a lover, I must concede.
Perhaps this verse as kindling, be all it need.