That Light

For my love each and every night,​

I would walk the path to ignite that light.​

Clean off the dirt and make sure it shined.​

Its sole purpose, to remind.​

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No matter the weather or darkness of the night,​

I brought my love that light.​

Keeping it lit, that selfless task was mine.​

Its importance out ways its shine.​

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Keeping those memories in her sight,​

they comforted her on those dark nights.​

That path I no longer walk, so she can see,​

is that light still out because of me?​

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When I left on that painful day,​

I took that light of hers away.​

Too that light, is she now blind?​

Are the memories too hard to find?​

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The path was walked with love before.​

Does it even exist anymore?​

My love, I suffer because of the night,​

I hope you've kept that light.​​