I am the candle you’re my flame
We light up each others life
I am the candle you’re my flame
Softly whispering my name,
I am the candle, you’re the flame.
A silent spark, a fading light,
That burns too bright against the night.
Your touch ignites, but never stays,
A quiet heat that slowly frays.
Smoke drifts like secrets in the air,
A love too fierce, a cruel despair.
The wax runs thin, the shadows grow,
Desire’s ache is all I know.
A dying glow, a fragile gleam,
Caught between the spark and dream.
And when the wick is blackened through,
The flame will fade — but never you.
Softly whispering my name,
I am the candle, you the flame.
About the Creator
♿ V+ Marie381Uk
Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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