She burns like a midnight candle,
wicker taught and ragged.
Dressing in darkness and twilight,
she is the flame in my heart.
One step into insanity and two more to come,
she drips inspiration to the ground - words never heard.
Dancing where none will ever stop her,
she is the flame in my heart.
A spark turns to flicker and flicker to flame,
her love sets me alight - burning, caressing.
My lighthouse has been light deep in my chest,
she is the light that guides me - she is the flame in my heart.
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