Song of Love

When we give a thought of blessing it''s as though a candle''s lit And the light that passes from it starts a tiny little flame In the one who takes the gift. The reflection of this flame within, then re-connects in us And though it''s deep within us, and rebounds without a fuss In spite of that it''s magical, because it reaffirms That though we may seem yards apart, this really cannot be If what ...