the spark, by tink Subscribe to rss feed for tink

The embers of our love
arent the type that flicker and burn out
they dont dim with time
use 
or wear
they grow stronger 
and brighter
and warmer 
with every moment that passes
the embers of a love 
where time will never take a toll
a love so strong 
it can be scary
I love you with every fibre of my being
I love you so much
we have our own light to follow
Posted: 2005-06-12 05:15:12 UTC

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