HIS DARK FLAME

Longing
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He fills​ me with longings.

Cold as the night air.

He flies free in the dark.

But yet he returns for me.

I dare not go to meet him.

In the dark forest at midnight.

I must hold strong and steady.

I must remain with my own kind.

With whom I feel safe and secure.

And never venture into the woods.

To rekindle his dark flame.

I must hold firm​ and steady.

Or my light will turn to dark.

THE DEAD GAME

COME TO ME, MY SWEET LOVE

COME TO ME, MY SWEET LOVE

Come to me, my sweet love.
From the heavens above.
I want to spend life with you.
One heart that will beat like two.

Come with me to our secret place.
I cannot wait to see your face.
Our love is honest and true.
Come to me from the dark blue.

OUR JOURNEY

The path we must follow is our own.<br /> Unique and specially<br /> tailored for each one of us.<br /> It is not to be shared or traded.<br /> As we forge ahead through life with<br /> our eyes facing forward to the future,<br /> we should never look back or to either side<br /> with longing or jealousy of others’ paths.<br /> For we should be content with our<br /> journey in life.</p> <p>

The path we must follow is our own.

Unique and specially

tailored for each one of us.

It is not to be shared or traded.

As we forge ahead through life with

our eyes facing forward to the future,

we should never look back or to either side

with longing or jealousy of others’ paths.

For we should be content with our

journey in life.