Once you said you are nothing more than a theory to me

You are bound in fire, something hot I must touch to know

And though I might be young, my willingness is no less true

For you created me to be more than a cold theory to you. 

Friendly Advice

For years my discipline has been to play with words.

Now it is suggested that I let words play with me.

Why? One might ask, the answer is easy:

Because letting them have control is humbling.