Cured obsession

[Yatib]

A triple-twisted wire
From by now uncompleted spire
Likes to play with fire

But the timid spire
Is afraid of every fire
Produced by the wire

So his obsession
With no chance of progression
Lead to regression

Even a bonfire
Can any longer inspire
The once obsessed wire

So glad is the spire
That she now allows the wire
To heat her by fire

Properly heated
She feels so greatly treated
As if completed