The Spark

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    The Spark

    Once I sat in the dark,
    Seeing naught, but a spark,
    In that spark, it was warm,
    Shielding me, from the storm.

    In that warmth, I hid my face,
    Just waiting for, his embrace,
    To this day, I conceal my pain,
    But there is more, to be gained.

    My love for you will not bend,
    And it seems my heart will mend,
    I know this story to be true,
    My love for you, I shall renew.

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    Thorzman commented on The Spark

    01-29-2010

    Please excuse me for seeing more than one dimension in this one.

    Alexia

    01/29/2010

    You are right Thorzman there is more than one dimension! one a love that was painful and in the dark. and a new one that is kind of an old one that is full of light and promise he is the spark and my hope in him was the warmth.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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