The Spark
Once I sat in the dark,Seeing naught, but a spark,
In that spark, it was warm,
Shielding me, from the storm.
In that warmth, I hid my face,
Just waiting for, his embrace,
To this day, I conceal my pain,
But there is more, to be gained.
My love for you will not bend,
And it seems my heart will mend,
I know this story to be true,
My love for you, I shall renew.
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