Posted by I see the light—
But where?
In her eyes.
Evoke it, summon it—
With burning passion!
I hold a lamp in this endless dark,
Yet it has never flickered.
Is this your fate, dear heart?
The spark is in her eyes,
Yet misery knocks at your door.
Wait—endure—be patient.
I call to her,
For her spark, her fire.
One day, she will come.
This is night, yet not a true night—
Only her tresses veiling the sun.
And someday, in a fleeting moment,
She will call you to a destined tryst.
But each time lightning flashes in this darkness,
The gloom deepens.
For only the fire in her eyes
Can light the lamp of my passion.
No other flame will suffice.
Without her, you will sink, dear heart,
And I will sink with you.
So let us keep each other company—
Drown together in this night,
Choking, fading, perishing.
Yet she will come—wait, endure, have patience.
And when she does,
My lamp will blaze with her fire,
And you, dear heart,
Will be consumed by the flames of passion.
We will burn—oh, we will burn!
But is not burning
The first step to salvation?
She will come.
Wait.
Have patience.