Hearts Fire

Pasion lives within me, tis but a smoldering spark.
not enough to warm me, but enough to stave the dark.
And rejoice I would if ever that spark became a flame,
but that requires the passion of another yet to name.

And though I would name you, fear keeps my lips shut tight
for a spark maybe nothing, but at least it offers light
and i have struggled from the darkness to find this meger flame
and have no wish to be pushed down to darkness once again.

so for now I will offer silence, and yet in this silence pray
that this spark i've nurished finds in you another just the same.
And then the two of us together can learn to put our fears aside
and allow passions flame to burn bright again, and never have to hide.

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