How dare this heart, aware the thrust
Of passion's seething
Burnished breathing,
Bubbling cauldron near its crust,
Not vent salvation? Ease, it must,
Its need to say it,
Else betray it!
Erupting magma, could she trust,
Or fervor leave her still nonplussed?
Should lava red
Yet, leave unsaid
The "I love you" and damn the just?