The League of Rogues
I am a candle burning for you,
My heart is aflame with ardor for you,
Yet you shall never come home,
My gleaming pearl, my dearest heart,
I waitI wait in the darkness, burning bright into the night,
Hoping against hope you will find your way home.
She had been too young to understand the look between her parents then, the softening gazes, the intimate secrets that lingered in the air unspoken between them.
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