My Flame Dwindles Without Your Warmth

An old poem I found while cleaning out my computer.

 

Is it the pain or the love that causes such sadness?

Is it the fire that burns inside, or the fire that no longer burns beside?

There is desire, and there is the hope and there is the fear and there is the rage and then -

There is the other that holds your hand and your heart and your head and your fears and your dreams.

 

There is the fight for life and the fight for a good tomorrow

A fight for pride and fulfillment

And the there is the love that makes the fight worth fighting

The flame that needs your love to burn, that makes your flame worth keeping lit.

 

My flame dwindles without your warmth.