“I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you – even until it burns my hand. And when the light has long since gone …. I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.
There is nothing so beautifully genuine as a broken hearted person's love. For in giving it they are saying, "Yes, I have burned to smoke and ash fir the ones I have loved. I have been devoured, slowly,