by bobby burcham
My love is like a flame
On the candle of my heart.
The flame can burn high,
And it’s a fragile thing.
A storm can blow it out,
But the candle is still there.
Another heart can light the wick
And another flame will appear.
Those who bring a storm are cruel,
But to them the flame is only lust,
They find it anywhere.
You have lit a flame on the candle of my heart,
Please don’t bring the storm,
Please don’t blow it out.
Friday, September 28, 2007
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