Like underlying resentment
Ready to burst into flame
At the slightest stirring
Of angry winds
For a time it seems
the embers might die
The spark snuffed out
With rain like tears
Or sorrow
But then the embers
reignite and thrive
Smoldering by the fuel
and intensity
Of our Passion
Finally the embers
Merge and flame on
The rightness eclipsed
every mistake
made along the way
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