Light of Love

True friends are one of life's rarest treasures. I've moved around most of my life, always new places, new people. Most are just acquaintances, co-workers, buisness associates, people you pass on the street. You smile and nod, and go on with your life. But then, every rare once in a while, someone will see you. They will take your hand and carry you to a higher place where you throw away the masks you wear for the world and, for that wonderful moment, you are truly happy.

In my world of darkness,
only clouds I see.
Shadows of the past,
haze of things to be.
I carry what I can
and try to bring it through.
For fear that it should die,
I pass it on to you.
So long I've stayed alone,
I knew the light would fade.
But glory even here,
with you, the light has stayed...