Can spark a new desire.
Wilst thou share embers of thy love,
Burning hot and steady be they.
In the deep and dark of night, A torch so bright to light the way.
If thine light begins to fade,
We surely both be lost.
A chunk of ice deep in thy chest, Burning passion turn to frost.
How then shall we keep the glow,
From ever burning out.
Shall we fan the flames of passion, To truly know what loves about.
Copywrite © 1997 By Sheila Lynn
