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The flames that once danced in this precious little stone have faded. Holding it tight I wonder why I had to take it. The flame was not supposes to die my endless love should have kept it alive. But something else took it's place, my little flame cried. Looking deep into the stone the flame now gone and the embers start to grow cold. Wate I say as the last ember falls cold, tell me the story, tell me why. That final little coal began to glow began to grow, and tried to speak but made no sound. Trying harder it worked a little more till the smallest of flames was just strong enough to say "my life is strong as long as I am whole but take her from me, I lose my heart I lose my soul." Asking why, my little fire told me of stories of love and loss, and of another gem replacing my fire stone. The power to burn so hot and bright, blocked by this little dead peace of glass, and slowly choking my little fire began to die. And slowly the began to fall from my eyes. Don't go, I whispered to that little flame in the stone, your far from being done. The flame you are has always been my love. This little flame was always a hidden symbol of my love. So you see little one you can't be gone, because I'm still in love. Be strong my little fire gem, for your not done.