Would you rather be the first or final

                                                        Poet?

To have the best of all that's written still

before you?

                                                                  Or

before you?

What does it take to keep a good man burning
What does it take to keep a good heart yearning
I want to burn like a winter’s fire deep into the night
I want to be the flame that brings you morning light
I can burn for you, you set my soul on fire
I can burn for you, you are my one desire
A winter’s fire deep into the night
A burning flame until morning light
Burn me with you fire deep into the night
Burn me with your flame until I see morning light

red
green
wait

why do you love me
she expectantly asks

I have asked myself
the same question
he answers and smiles

sun
sand
laughter

she is desperate
nothing she attempts
leads to success
she tries hard
to achieve her goals
but she always fails

I feel sorry for her
as she does not realise
that trying hard
but always failing
simply means
she should change direction