Guiding Light

Even the faintest of candle lights sadly die off,

Darkened by a cold soul.

Never to give life if not gently cared for.

Smothered with no breath,

Blackened with the slightest blow.

Yet the cherishing heart of unfailing love

will guide its flame to an eternal fire,

to lose its light nevermore.

Guiding ones lost path,

where true love will come forth,

and surely know.

Never again escaping loves grasp,
never failing to grow.