Paths to your heart

The paths I’ve walked to win your heart
Winding and magic
Now threadbare and worn
Like a comfortable old shoe
A friend nonetheless from whom
You never part

The light I held in my heart for you
Loving and warm
Now dimming but tender
Like a beacon of comfort still
Some small glimmer of hope that
You loved me, too

So do I wait and hold my breath
And watch these ashes, ever cold?
Or do I dare and blow awhile
And see them spark and burn away?
Soft the thought of love forever
Eternal flame content to stay.

Auth Note: The last stanza is a response written for the poem - thanks to H.M.

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