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Wednesday, 9 June 2010


Her love is a star so fragile it may burst,
the feverish glow of a lantern in the deepest dungeon,
illuminating my heart, when all else is cursed.
Her light becomes weary and flickers like a butterfly,
I oft fear our love will dwindle into cinders and die.
But still the candle burns brightly,
drips through the night.
Together, we could torch the sky.

© 2010 Florence Challender


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  2. kezza heavymetalballerina16 December 2011 at 21:37

    Thats amazing... Its taken me ages to fine a poet like you, your writing is inspirational

  3. The magic of love and passion and the bounds it forms. All the first insecurity and the strength gained with time. Another greater piece