I’ve let the fire of love go out
In many situations –
When I was overcome by doubt
Or scorned by close relations.
But, every time I think it’s dead
And start to get life sorted,
The fire ignites again, instead,
And I’m as if transported.
It seems that, in the heart of me,
An ember’s long been glowing.
It’s only now, though, that I see
There lies the source of knowing.
And so I skip from day to day
And scatter petals on the way.
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