This Flame

   Here I set, putting my words to paper,
   For the poems you know so well.

   To the question, my mind goes back,
   I have asked myself before.

   What would I have become,
   If I had never met you.

   Could I have found happiness?
   Or, from day to day, would I have gone
   Feeling lonely and blue?

   I wish I could tell tell you.
   That everytime I hear your voice,
   A warmth surrounds my heart.

   But, expressing my feelings is
   Something I am not used to,
   And where to start with you, I don't know.

   So I think, until the time is right
   I can tell you how I feel.

   For you, I carry this flame inside
   Which will continue to burn,
   Until the day, that it is revealed.

               / F /