Oh, Lordy lord! I like the poem you just posted Confused. But one tiny question: Of course fire burns on its own wick, where else does it burn? Then the next question comes if you agree wwith me, why the next line "Ablaze in desolate inferno" and then again negating the thing just being said by saying, "tender is my breast's fire tonight" ..... You know what? I take my words back. The poem does not make sense at all. Sorry mindGames, you are a much better critique than a poet. Don't leave your day job broda.