The Expressive Flame
By Amber Jones
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.
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