I’d rather love a volcano and be burnt up than love a rock and have chill.
I’d rather have your fire than ice. I’d rather be consumed by your heat than live without it.
I’d rather my heart quenches from exhaustion than be preserved without the excitement that comes from loving you.
I’d rather brave the rapids of your river, than row on the stillness of a lake.
I’d rather live with the risk of being consumed by your love than be with one void of passion.
No; no lukewarm love for me. Love me passionately or do not love me at all.