Flaming Rock

I don't recall the impact, but I know
When I was hit. The fireball landed hard,
A white-hot, flaming rock, leaving me charred
And speechless. I was grateful for the dew,
Followed by rain, and then, as if on cue,
Came lightning. Deafened by thunder, I sparred
With darkness through the day. I am ill-starred,
I started thinking, thinking about you.

What is it, darling, that sets you apart
From other lovers? I was taking stock,
Considering the way you think, and talk,
Watching your eyes for signs of fear and shock,
Deciphering the twisting of your heart,
And I found it: you're a flaming rock.