The hope that I hold,
The believe that I keep,
The thoughts that are bold,
The feelings that are deep.
And if you could see my burning char,
You would know how pure my thoughts are,
and how even your faintest of the gleam,
Make my imagination spread like a beam.
If you would know,
Even the scant of what you mean to me,
you still may not chose to stay,
But you will believe in what I see.
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