Will You Accept This?

Does love exist in a place like this?
A cavern of decay,
Decrepit like a hand of terror
Extended like a cruel invitation,
As if the only choice was to accept it
When all one had to do was turn around
And see the light that leaked out
From a sky of blue
And a beacon of hope. 
Sometimes I forget how warm an embrace is,
How simple this life is,
And that love, in any form,
Does reside within.