He's already seen it, so I can post it here.

While I do enjoy being funny, it's very satisfying to write a love poem that is well-liked by the recipient.

I have no idea what form this is, or if it even is a form.  I started out trying to write a terzanelle, but the form didn't suit what I was trying to say, so I re-worked it a little bit.  I wanted to keep the imagery more than I wanted to stick to any particular form.  I think it worked.

One stray ember started the fire
Just a small thing, but it can't be cooled--
Now, I was well-versed in the ways of desire
So I told myself that I wouldn't be fooled.
And yet, I let myself become enkindled
Just a small thing, but it can't be cooled.
But I wouldn't be trapped, gathered, or spindled
I had always been told to be wary of fire
And yet I let myself become enkindled
Enmeshed, ensnared, enchanted, enmired.
I'm too far beyond the point of salvation
I had always been told to be wary of fire
But I crashed headlong into the conflagration
Now for you, I burn, but you are my light
I'm too far beyond the point of salvation
Now this consumes me, eternally bright
One stray ember started the fire
So now I'm well-versed in the ways of desire
And for you, I burn, but you are my light.