There's a fire in my veins- but it's not love
There's a fire in my veins- but it's not love.
There's sweat on my brow- but not from danger;
There's fire in my veins,
And I'm feeling quite insane-
Think I'm turning into a stranger.
There's a fire in my veins- but it's not love.
There's a flush on my face, but not from ire;
There's a fire all the same,
Like the cooling has waned-
Think I'll be my own funeral pyre?
There's a fire in my veins- but it's not love.
There's some sweat running down for no reason;
I'm sure it would be treason,
If I said this thing was easin'-
Think womanhood is just out of season?
poem by Patti Masterman
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