Wildfire

She came in with a speech of rage, A Wildfire. Her words of passion, a force of emotion I could do nothing, but admire.

A glance in the beginning, a fairy godmother How did she do it and why did she know? I could do nothing, but wonder.

A spell she cast on me, like sweet honey tea Bright as a daze and quick as a blaze I could do nothing, but agree.

She came to me, with a glittering soft note The thought I prayed and hope left me stray I could do nothing, but roar.