Marlon Williams - The Fire of Love

The fire of love
Has burned me through
No vow ever made
That I wasn't given too

Now the boys are feeding
On every gift she brings
And I'm left alone to tremble
Like an adolescent king

Perfect hands
Claim what they will
Know how to hold a heart
Not being still

And I've tried to settle in
Love her as she goes
But there's really nothing gentle
In the touch of one who knows

Fare thee well
True love of mine
May all your sweeter fruit
Cling forever to the vine

The road is hard to follow
And I’m drifting too
But if you ever find the middle
I'll be waiting when you do