Yet another:

Ever rising fury,
unlike the scolding flame.
Rises evermore,
carrying meaning the same.
Untrounced, unbenounced.
Untrodden ground of such grandeur so fine,
blatantly tossed with such care?
How could such and such, unbenounce to me?
Be a loving gesture that imparted to I to see contrasted. Contrary.
Unbeleivably every flowing ember glowing vicariously.
Tenaciously and fleeting in it's grasp,
flowing freely medium to destination,
with lack of care for where her trouce may end,
canter to a halt and simply burst into flame!

Such is life,
C'est la vie.
C'est la feu de mon cœur,
leaving scarring on it's way out,
knowledge it imparts.
What language are said meanings?
It is a dialect I cannot read.