101117 (original poetry)

Our lives are spent in the darkness wading,
When we grow weak our light begins fading.

As long as there's smoke, I'll find an ember,
Rekindle the flames, we could remember.

You couldn't burn me and I wont numb out,
Our frequencies match and I have no doubt.

Don't forget it's about love and respect,
I'm offering both, unless you object.

And I don't know how to take them away,
They live in my heart and that's here to stay.

Can't burn me either, we're one in the same,
Whenever your ready just make your claim.

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