The candle burns, a steady flame
that smoothes the lines and folds of time,
and brings out from the past a youth.
The candle shines, a gentle light
that soothes the scars of careworn hands,
revealing character and the truth.
The candle glows, a kindly light
erasing shadows of sin and sorrow,
showing her the hidden prize.
The candle gleams, revealing a promise
a glimpse of tomorrows, lips and laughter;
reflecting the love-light in his eyes.
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