Flames of love, embers of hope.

by Tshea elliott   Oct 11, 2008


The fire flickers in the cold night,
rain has threatened the heat but my flame will never burn out.
It dances in the dark, casting out the darkness with light.
The embers burn bright, casting hope out to broken souls.
Our love, the fire burning bright, the flames, oh the heat.

The fire burns hotter in the dead of the night, with your hand in mine a chill crawls up my spine.
My love burning hot but my heart shall never get burnt.
The cold wind on the nape of my neck but all i feel is you, your hand in my hand and the heat of our love.

Red hot embers casting out hope that these flames shall never die down.
And my hopes are confirmed, this love will burn on.
The rain shall not wear us down, the fire will never wind down.
Our love is forever, we are never to get cold or go out, we are meant to burn but never be burnt.

This is the love one dream about, the love that never fades, when a fire burns through a forest only the strongest trees will stand the heat.
Our love is a fire, contained but free, burning not through a forest but through you and me.
Our fire shall keep burning for the love we share will never burn out, out love is the flames the cast out the darkness, and the embers or hope that we shall burn on forever.

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