The Fire Within Me ©
Anne Dickson
Irvine, Scotland
2006
The swallow's left.
The summer fades.
The freshest green to russet shades.
The fire within my heart so strong.
To only you my thoughts belong.
The days recede.
The mornings chill,
The fire within my heart burns still.
You lit a flame that will not die.
A longing that I can't deny.
The swallows dip and fly away.
They leave behind a summer's day.
But passion burns inside me still.
I love you and I always will.
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