Bright Burning Stars.

To be called the above was an honour Indeed, she, being shy, fought to dismiss The praise, pretending the moment had gone By without notice - yet unwisely wished He would use it again - 'bright burning star.' It rang with adventure, set her on fire, She had only reviewed his work from afar, But knew it was versed with love and desire. Romantic, intense, it burned with it's own Meteor fire, in which she now closely Followed along. Besides, not being prone To flattery's aim, she being bright at most Word-woven rhyme, gave time now to dreaming Of what love brings to two same gleaming flames. Working as one, and somehow revealing More about brilliance, that was the aim, As inspired, they burned together in time To make twice heated love really sublime.