In my heart is a candle
ever burning steady and brightly.
It knows not a tempest swell
nor does it harken to breezes.
The flame paints each shadow
illuminating with golden hues.
Those darkest recessed corners
brightened by its flickering warmth.
This unblemished eternal taper
stands against the snuffer of time.
How can it be that a mere man
could come to know such wonderful love?
©2012, Donald Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 
Lovely poem Donald, you have a way of expressing human emotion with a wonderful sensitivity.
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