The Flame

my soul was touched and i learned deep inside this fire burns i hear her name and it brightens the flame and this will always be the same when i have time my memory defines the things that said she loved me the little clues that she used that little thing, the excuse the why derived of something i always thought that time would wait she knew i loved her but it was too late to love her enough to let her go suffer for my sake? no lord no i traded my tears for her pain i traded years for a wonderful flame everytime i hear her name a thought a memory and what i gained we have something that will always be a deal with death to her from me from death i gained eturnity for now they're just memories but with my memory i keep my love alive a burning flame that testifies