Treating the Spark

A lovely spark to greet me,
while near-night still veils my eyes,
with a special warmth to meet me.
is holding hint of sweet surprise.

A welcome spark that may be flame,
seized with fond appreciation,
and merrily treasure what came,
with assurance and elation.

But, speaking words to rearrange,
the surprise and its progression,
though well meant, sadly may estrange,
and lead to retrogression.

But hope remains that treasured time,
again may sweetly make its claim,
encounter welcome and sublime,
fanned spark, not dampened flame.