I came as a spark
To light your wick
And ignite our life, full and bright;
You gave yourself
To my warmth,
But vanished afore life gathered light.
Bound in darkness,
Spark without a wick,
Like ghost I linger directionless;
Mere heat, no light,
No place to halt,
I wonder how bring an end to this.
I seek not a wick,
Don’t light other life,
You hold my spark all your life;
Where you vanished,
Whence you come back,
No sign anywhere to guide along.
I know how you long
For the spark I bring
To light your life to immortal height;
While allow not else
To light your life,
How I look elsewhere to light other life?
I’m set apart
To light your wick
And ignite our life, full and bright;
You’re set apart
For my warmth,
We wait for the other, life after life.
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