Why do I bother to light the fire?
You seemed to have lost all your desire.
I ask you so often I'm feeling numb.
Seems my need is becoming so dumb.
Why do I bother to fan the flame?
It's flickering light is rather tame.
I ask for your love and affection.
I wonder if I made the right selection?
Why do I bother to tend to the spark?
My need for you is almost dark.
I long for your touch without my plea.
But, it's my need for you that you fail to see.
Why do I bother to wave through the smoke?
So weighted and heavy that I only choke.
Because I love you and for no other reason.
I will light the fire in this or any other season.
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