Work in progress

Oh fire of passion, oh amourousness!
Crystallised no better than in lovers first kiss,
In the heated embrace, upon cold winters night,
Taking in nonsense with voracious delight!
The quivering lips framing egoistic lies,
Hushed whispers strengthen as sincerity dies.

Deep breaths quicken, heart beats fast,
As promises are sworn to stay till last,
Last breath, last beat, last conscious thought,
With misplaced benevolence such shackles are wrought,
But as day fades in, these whims mimic night,
Perpetually made, they'll forever take flight.