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You sleep in dark; I guard your fragile glow,
Its flicker soft, unseen by wandering eyes.
It weaves through night, a river sweet and slow,
A hidden warmth beneath the moonlit skies.
My soul becomes the lamp your fire inspires;
It burns through doubt, through silence, and through fear.
In absence, I behold your secret fires,
And feel your whisper ever drawing near.
I lose my way amidst remembered light;
Each step a wound, each thought a vanished shore.
Yet love remains, refusing endless night,
And pain becomes the truth I can't ignore.
If you still speak, your words will guide my way,
Through shadowed paths, I'll never go astray. |
