Sacred

Inside me I hold something sacred It is alway something given and never taken What I hold is my light, my only source of pure It is so precious I must watch who I give it to My light is apart of my spirit In the wrong hands It could be my tragedy There are many figures of the dark that wish to engulf my light I musn't left them fool me, for they are ones who seek my downfall Throughout my life I've seen others fooled usually young girls thinking too early they've found the one I believe my light is not yet ready to depart with me So with me it will stay, and I await the time I dream the moment will be special Something to truly treasure until the end of time When I present my light, he receives my soul So I continue to wait on God I know that one day my light will be received Yet with him it will be like it never left me ...............and I pray to call that "Love" :)