I was scared you went away, my flame. That the thing I held most dear flew away.

Tears seemed like an endless curse, plaguing my heart when it felt at its worst.

I hit me like an icy bite of a demon watching in the night.

How could I be so stupid as to lose my flame, to lose everything?

I love you so much, love that would make words seem meaningless and pale.

I felt safe in your arms, the phantoms that haunted me so seemed to evaporate.

A single black rose among a barren field.

The storm ripped at our little rose, tearing and ripping at it with no release.

But the rose stayed strong and proud, no matter how much the wind did sway.

You're back, my flame, as the rose penetrates the desolate field.

This is for my rose, my flame, mi Corazon.