A post nonetheless.

It was a risk I took with no regrets,

all was said, the joy we brought.

sparkling from the ashes, a gem like none,

lies within a fatal crack.

That's just all it needs,

a flaw, and it stands imperfect.

it burns flamingly,

waves may cool its feisty ways

the crack line may be exposed

after some wear and tear,

but it remains something

etched in the heart.

Some say it could be

left abandoned,

in the ashes.

For it is no longer perfect.

There are lines of imperfection.

So we shall bury it

deep in

to the ashes.

Letting it glows

beneath the ashes.