Yearn heart, yearn!

Where’s that intensity in your longing?
Where’s that passion in your love?
Where’s that fervor in your lust?

There isn’t much heat left in fire anymore
Nor any water to quench the thirst
There’s no craving left in romance
Nor enough vigor in passion,

There’s no potency in prayer
There’s no agony in the heart
No desperation in the soul,
No lure of the muse
No enchanting spells
The flame doesn’t sways as much with vim
to entice the roving moths.

I saw the earth burning all around
My world wound up in smoke.