Spontaneous prose at 1:30?

It’s on fire
My heart desires
Nothing more
During the dire
Stress that I feel inside
This feeling cannot lie
Wants and needs to coincide
Carried to pathless
Curious territory
Such shimmering glory
Hearts a pouring
Into a spiral
Circular motion
Can create some commotion
But I have a notion
To continue my devotion
And spark booms
My thoughts of hope
Can help me cope
Past must elope
And present must be gifted.