I haven’t had simplicity for years
I learned that my decisions twist and turn
And good or bad, each consequence appears
A complicated flame still has to burn
It still gives warmth and light in cold and dark
Simplicity is not the way to live
I know it’s not for me; I’ll fan the spark
into a flame.  There’s warmth I want to give
Come huddle near; I chose to burn for you
This consequence is good; I call it love
It isn’t simple, but, my love, it’s true
It isn’t tame; it’s not some cooing dove
Alas, my heart is not some simple coal
It burns with love, but won’t consume your soul.

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