FLAMES OF ROMANCE
 
Her face,
 was washed in the predawn mists
 as we stared into the day.
Sweet apricot
 her dawn lit cheeks
 framed by curls of flame.
While,
 laughing sparks from her Frankish eyes
 lit sharp hot flames of romance.

And I,
 the moth,
 for a night and a morn,
 danced attendant to her fire.