Nostalgia of a faded hour
sweet and sour
He’s a house aflame
she’s a smoldering
Hard to settle
for an unlit match
Once engulfed by a wildfire
But when I tell myself, I’ll never mention Your name
or speak for You again, it’s no use.
The word of God burns in my heart; it is like fire in my bones.
I try to hold it all in, but I cannot