Take it all
Walking in the the cold darrk
she stumbled upon a spark
it brings light to her eyes
warmth to her skin and soul
she holds it close
with her love it grows
warmth shes never felt before
she falls inlove
she feeds it her all
so happy and full of joy
the flame flickers
its starting to go
she begins to feel the chill
her skin is growing cold
she sits close
still so in love
nothing remains, she has fed it all
it begins to to die and with it her soul
the flame has taken it's toll
she lays beside it, feeling so cold
with nothing left to give
the flame has took it all.
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