Fan the Flame
Fan the flame that burns within,
If we’ve found love it can’t be sin.
Your touch makes my heart take flight,
To suffer that which seems so right.
I long to touch you when we meet,
But take the path of sad retreat.
You cannot know just how to find,
Things that hurt my troubled mind.
All that is should not have been,
For that which was is but a dream.
For those who love but have much pride,
Are those who jest and set aside.
No need to fan the flame so blue,
For shades of dark have hurt the hue;
But in my heart I call your name,
For in my soul there’s too much pain.
Copyright © Elizabeth Wesley | Year Posted 2011
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