The embers still burn

Look at me... look at me
this thing you fear most
my love for you is pure
not spoiled, or tainted,
or shabby in some way
else it would not endure
without the fire here...
but the embers still burn,
on their own...they still glow
Look at me...look at me
this rapture in my heart
will continue...this I know.

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