The lone white candle sits on my desk, the flame rising high. It reaches for the inner part of the room The wind from the open window tosses the flame about the wick. The mistrust from him tosses my emotions about my heart. How do I compare a burning desire to a candle bright? The candle is not alive and the flame burns out... Yet in my love so full of fight, my heart beats and breath fills my lungs. And the flaming desire still stands.... I sit and watch the flam eburn out as mY heart desends the outside of the window..... Candle burn for me and burn my distrust at arms. Redeam me of my heartfelt pain in the flame he has created..
Reason for writing:
To me a candle is a good comparion for love. Both burn
bright and can be put out with the right material....
hatred or wind.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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