I looked deep into her wine-red eyes, and faltered,
For in her eyes I saw the dull-glowing embers of love.
Of love, and the dull-glowing embers of life-
But were they glowing brighter, bursting into flame,
Or were they slowly dying out, dim-black-lifeless-cold and forbidden?
The embers of love, fizzling down and out
Down and out, and the life in her was aflame.