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      "The Keeper of the Flame"
There used to be a warm glowing light shining on my heart,
A beacon of love that warmed me  .............body and soul
A brightness in my life that lit the path I followed,and kept it warm under my feet
A source not measured by watts or degrees, but by love
Like a fire blazing out of control my heart burned with that love
Constantly being fed by an abundant source of affection, passionately stoking the flames, that kept our love raging
It created a fiery glow and a blanket of warmth,that brightened our lives and  wrapped us in the comfort of each others embrace, through the cold dark nights.
.............We had each other...........
As I walk the path alone, the light dims as the fire dies  and those cold dark nights have gotten colder,turning  into even colder,lonely days, filled with torment and despair 
Because my fire has been left unattended,snuffed out by grief and depression, caused by death 
The keeper of the flame was called away on 10/29/2010
Now all that is left are the ashes of true love, in an urn that once was my heart
In memory of 

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