From out of the woodwork you came
knowing nothing much but my name
My being has not been the same
as you engulfed me with your flame
That fire cannot keep me tame
Perhaps this rapture was your aim
Neither of us can take the blame
We both knew the rules of the game
My heart I allowed you to claim
Only your hands serve as its frame
Heartfelt and sincere without shame
your purpose is of utmost fame
