Hephaestus Himself Couldn’t Handle That Heat

It was fun
While it lasted.

But passion is bound to burn out
When there’s no beating heart to kindle the flame

And I’ve seen some of Life’s brightest bliss
Simply snuff itself out
As soon as the fires
Began to roar

For there are those who fear to blister
And are tentative to touch

Hell, I bet Hephaestus himself couldn’t handle that heat

But let’s not forget
There are those who have been frozen
That would give in to immolation
For the slightest semblance
Of warmth