How pure you burn even when close,
To flicker in the wind,
Sending your ember high,
Only to warm the embrace,
Longingly yearned for,
To share the warmth,
This ideal of safety,
Is stricken from the pages,
Of a story long since never told,
Where a man would stand for testament,
Not only to himself,
But to his beloved right beside him,
For beyond ones self,
There is a love burning true in the night
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