Embers

The Embers of my heart smolder softly
That Flame that once was now diminished
But the Embers remain.
The Embers of great feeling.

Somehow that flame was lit so quickly.
The fuel to the fire burned out so fast.
But the Embers remain.
The Embers of my love.

If new Fuel, better fuel, were to be added...
Would that great Flame come to life again?
Licking away the Edges
Turning them into Ash Dust.
Yet unable to eat away the Core.

Still only the Embers remain.

The intensity of Glowing heat flickering across my heart.