The flames are low. The embers smell of ash.
A sullen coldness creeps within my veins.
The darkness darkens, but I truly know
When all is gone, your perfect love remains.
The winds roar rough. The sharpened raindrops sting.
And all seems effort and a weariness.
Yet this I know, when strength’s a distant tale,
Your love remains, and you will always bless.
The night draws in, yet I am unafraid.
This world’s bright sparkling joy may come and go
I cannot grasp it in these fumbling hands.
Your love remains – this truth I surely know.
Death steals our breath and wrecks our dearest dreams.
Our every pang besmirched by bitter loss.
Yet this I know, tears rainbow in your light.
Your love remains, and it has borne the cost.
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