You, me and two dead poets

Your breath falls on me

Cool,

The smell of mint

Fresh,

Grass sprinkled with dew

On days like these

I'm a valley in bloom

Wordworth's Dancing Daffodils

But a day soon comes by

When you breathe a storm of fury

Head-on,

The kind that melts metal

Wildfire,

Burning everything in its path

I wail, Darling dont come near!

For I'm gunpowder stuffed tight

This will only end one way

Dante's Inferno