THE draft of love was cool and sweet <br />You gave me in the cup, <br />But, ah, love's fire is keen and fleet, <br />And I am burning up. <br />Unless the tears I shed for you <br />Shall quench this burning flame, <br />It will consume me through and through, <br />And leave but ash — a name.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-draft/
