It shines on hope,
A steady rope.
It lights my fear,
Yet does not sear.
It rains on fire,
It doesn't tire.
It all rotates, too far above,
With burning cold and blue unlove.
Too much to love,
Too much for love.
It doesn't care,
It doesn't flare.
My fire tires,
It lacks desires.
My love is there,
It always dares.
It doesn't care.
It doesn't care.