If, even by accident, or by chance,

But a single hollow glance,

You would bestow upon me crudely.

I would denounce it the worst kind of cruelty.

For the spark that I have found, curated,

And of which, I am most proud.

For the spark in your eyes,

Should never be allowed to go out.

And I fear it most of all.

That the spark I call my own.

Will dim and fall.

That a new chapter will dawn.

And I'll be released from my thrall.

Left, once more, on my own.