the spark, by tink
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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
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Posted: 2005-06-12 05:15:12 UTC |
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