The Expressive Flame

The flame danced in the darkness,

Small, yet expressive.

I placed my hand above the flame,

And the flame grew higher and hotter.

Did it blister and burn?

No! It tickled and warmed.

When I pulled away the flame flickered and died,

And I was enveloped in darkness,

Completely alone.

I searched for the warmth of the flame,

And found nothing.

But what lit the flame once more,

Was the spark of hope and love for her.

I held the dancing flame tenderly,

Whispering promises to never loose her again,

As I remembered the light dancing in her beautiful eyes.

I would never lose her again,

Because she was the center of my world.