Shall I speak of the consequence<br />One, that your attention causes?<br /><br />Words you utter keep me stunned,<br />My heart stops up at your gazes.<br /><br />I am known to have just one gift;<br />To feel things with intense passion<br /><br />Yet it happens to consume me;<br />A divine fire, I cannot abandon.<br /><br />In sleepless nights I sing to you<br />A song, however, incomplete.<br /><br />On bright days I write you letters;<br />Ardent proses, yet bittersweet.<br /><br />I am indeed burned with desire;<br />The consequence you must construe<br /><br />If this is the damage of attention<br />Imagine, what your love will do.