Beneath the stairwells,
Somewhere deep,
There’s still a place
Where I still keep
The lights of love
Alive.
It’s been so long,
So much has gone,
The air I tread is thin;
But the hidden heart still beats on
And still, one day,
May win.
And, if it wins,
Will win them all,
The home, the hearth, the fire,
But more than these,
The outer signs,
The truths of known desire.
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