Calladhor

The Heart that Holds.

Somewhere, there is a Heart that gently holds a perfect flame for you.
Perhaps, as yet, still undiscovered; but, it truly is out there.
This is no soft, and foolish dream; believe in this, it is quite true;
for each and every one of us, a flame soft glows, some place, somewhere.
A flame that always will be there, though, its soft light you may not know.
just yet;
a hope to light the darkest hours, un-fading, ever true.
A flame that will not question, nor demand that you reflect its glow...
Somewhere, there is a Heart that gently holds a perfect flame for you.

Somewhere, there is a Heart that gently holds a perfect flame for you.
A flame that will not criticise, nor judge you, in a fit of pique.
A flame that will not turn away, no matter what you say, or do;
nor flickeringly abandon you, if its soft glow, you may not seek.
It gently dreams a sweet, and tiny dream of what, perhaps, could be,
if, by chance, you touched the flame, and saw the love come shining through.
A love to stand the test of time, love given, unconditionally...
Somewhere, there is a Heart that gently holds a perfect flame for you.

Somewhere, there is a Heart that gently holds a perfect flame for you.
It will not try to change you into something you don\'t want to be,
and only wants to hold you safe; for it burns clear, and it burns true.
It keeps the Faith, and waits, perhaps, for years... in hope that you might see
and recognise a sign, a clue, that it cannot reveal, for fear
that you might turn your face away, if you suspected, if you knew.
For then, the heart might lose the will to hope; the flame might disappear...
Somewhere, there is a Heart that gently holds a perfect flame for you.