My soul was like a brooding wood (poem)

 For Melissa

My soul was like a brooding wood

Where grandiose words piled up in tree-like spires

Which bore no fruit, although the soil was good

Only the shadows spawned unclean desires

Then you came to my life, your fiery wit

Sparked flames among my barren vanities

And thereby burned my soul, but made it fit

For thoughts like cornfields, words like apple trees