, .': '; ., ; ' A Riddle Within A Rhyme '; , .; ': '., Poem by Kevin Hardin

My Beginnings Are Quite Small, Nothing More Than A Spark.
But I Burn With A Fierce Madness, As I Consume Two Hearts.
Pure Passion And Devotion, From The First Embrace.
Little Of The Outside World, Seems To Penetrate.
You Can Feel My Warmth Like The Sun, As It Rises In The Sky.
And Even When It Start To Set, Late Into The Night.

I Can Make You Smile, No Matter How Long It's Been
I Can Make A Thief Value Hard Work, Time And Time Again.
I Can Make A Liar Take The Blame, Admitting He Was Wrong.
I Can Make A Coward Stand, Without Fear, Even If He Stands Alone.

Anyone Who Has Known Me, Will Never Be The Same.
Anyone Who Thinks I Can Be Bought, Has Only Searched In Vain.
Anyone Who Holds Me Close, Is Wealthy Beyond Compare.
Anyone Who Abandons Me, Is Doomed To Nothing But Despair.
Anyone Who Who Has Lost Me, Never Gives Up On My Return.
Anyone Who Is Without Me, Can Always Feel The Burn.
Anyone Can Have My Gift, After It's Been Given In Return.

In The Coldest Winter, The Strongest Storm, Or Torrential Rain,
I Am What We All Truly Need, And Never Will That Change.
You Can Speak Of Me In One Word, But What I Am Requires Two.
So What Am I If The First Of The Two Words Is TRUE.