Dark bits.

Our love -

sometimes a raging fire;

sometimes a spark in the blackest night. buried under mundane poisons that seep into our lives. sometimes forgotten, ignored;

never extinguished.

Refueled and renewed; not just with flowers, candy, moments in the dark -- more precious than jewels;

but with kind words, shared smiles,

an unasked for cup of tea;

all feed the fire that time sometimes douses but never extinguishes.