I have a pair of arms
Small and strong
In the day they are for me
And at night, they are for holding the inner you
Lay beside me
I’ll wrap you inside a much needed lullaby
I have no fire
I would need to burn down a forest.
But here are my fingertips
On your balding, baby brain
Let go of your stress
I’ll drown you into a sleepy baby bliss
I have no fire
I would need 100 years for that.
Sink into your books
Into your wonderful worlds of wisdom
Into the past and into the future
Ask me to read these to you
So you can finally have your heart full
I have no fire
I have no fire for YOU.
ROOT OF ROOTS 
Like lovers in une maison de passe, we may have thought the passion won’t last. But it’s no impressionist trick, nor a wisp of smoke from a wick unlit; it’s fire.
And though Van Gogh’s tears froze on the Arles snow, and his heart broke beneath those Wheatfield Crows, you know the fire in his eyes still glows.
And as I have always honored whatever you chose, it’s only when you invite me that you reignite the flame. But Karen, beneath miles of snow and rivers of rain, my winter embers always remember your name.