So Much Burning On That Flame

Every day is like the same Nothing coming easily So much burning on that flame That’s what it is and used to be Rising twilight into dawn And coming close to morning From the night of starry gown Into the new day burning What we say must be the fact Filling something of a need Countless apprehension of act Is what you must proofread When it comes to love’s verity Nothing is similarities between For its all mystic in its clarity And never to eyes completely seen Every day maybe the same But nothing is further from reality There is this love that needs tame With its concept and mentality Where do you start or end With love's heart as point starting You need to give trust and spend Some of it so it won't be departing