A Candle Mimics Her Mystical Eyes

A Candle Mimics Her Mystical Eyes

The girl that a flickering candle
Mimics her mystical eyes,
Knows things never spoken,
And wears no disguise.

She walks with the silence,
That only midnight understands.
Holding forgotten dreams,
Like precious grains of sand.

Her smile hides ancient stories,
Written before time began.
She carries quiet secrets,
Never revealed to man.

The moon has kissed her shadow,
The stars have learned her name.
She never seeks attention,
Yet hearts are drawn the same.

There is something softly dangerous,
In the warmth of her gentle fire.
A whisper can become a promise,
A glance awaken desire.

She belongs to no tomorrow,
Nor yesterday’s regret.
She lives between two worlds,
Where souls and dreams have met.

A flickering candle follows,
As though enchanted by her grace.
Trying to steal the mystery,
That dances across her face.

She has walked through storms unseen,
Where many feared to tread.
Yet every broken piece of her,
Has learned to bloom instead.

Those mystical eyes remember,
Every tear she never cried.
Yet still they shine with quiet hope,
Keeping love alive inside.

If ever you should meet her,
Do not ask from where she came.
Some mysteries are far too beautiful,
To ever need a name.

For the girl the candle copies,
Was never made to fade.
She is woven from moonlight,
And the wishes twilight made.

© George’s Girl • Marie381UK