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Sep 2014
Life, solemn and cold
Mostly resembles a pile of ashes
Still they all fall short, none bold
One can only pray that bliss will take holdΒ Β 
But then, something magical begins to take flight
From the cold isolation sitting there in the night
And from the pile this began to ascend
You, the Phoenix, rose apart from them

You lit the sky with brilliant fire
Similar to which you lit my desire
Desire to cherish this blessing from high
Your beauty as dazzling as the fire in the sky
Your love like the sunset, in which there’s no fear
Because come morning I know it will be here
And in this eternity I know we can stay
For I wish to hold it the rest of my days

For from despair I’ll finally awaken
As my heart you quickly have taken
And take you may, but protect you must
And together we can stay out of the dust
For ash is not as dismal nor sad as I feared
When in my arms, I can hold you right here
The fire to keep us warm in the cold
Our love to burn forever, as we grow old
And if my body becomes ash again
For you my love would rise from them
Dedicated to the girl who has my heart and my love forever
Tim Preston
Written by
Tim Preston  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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