Dimming Love

The Blue flame that was our love,
Has quieted.
It has become,
Only a small red ember,
But it still remains.
It has been quieted,
But not quenched.
Our love may not have been the most pure,
But it was meaningful.
It rests between dying and death.
And that is how it will remain.
A small,
Red ember in my heart.
Alone but not forgotten,
Dimming,
But never dimmed.

A/N - this poem is pretty important to me. I would appreciate it if you
didn't flame.
Comments are welcome, but please don't be harsh. Thanks!