Glowing embers and
                burning flames,
              scorch my spirit.
              But the pain is gone.
              Only ashes remain to show,
                the havoc wrecked.
              Leave them, don't touch them.
              They are all I have left.
              I'll safely encase them,
                in the tombs of my heart.
              Caressingly place them,
                in an urn of spun gold.
              For though only ashes,
              They contain my love for you.
              For this I cherish them.