Is it fiery?
It has scorched your soul,
Does it still burn you?
Does the cold freeze?
It stung you, it has touched your face,
Can you still speak?
Is it full of want?
Does it long to caress your face
Or to hold you in its arms?
Does it comfort you?
Do its words sing sweet or sour notes?
Or does its silvery tongue enrapture you?
A life of worldly pleasure throws your heart into a furnace, turning your heart of gold into scorched steel.
Are your pleasures and your passions, your lust and your lies, worth a heart of steel?
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