Deep in the shadows of the night,
a candle sheds its gentle glow;
Sharing softly, its halo's light,
Soothing, healing to restore.
Through all the horrors of the dark,
Its trembling flame yet flickers on;
A lonesome beacon, hopeful spark,
to keep its promise till the dawn.
Then, when bright daylight starts to blaze,
our candle's glow is rudely wrenched;
It bows, gives thanks and glowing praise,
Its purpose fulfilled, light now quenched.
Love when spent, must so suffice,
Surrender all; love's sacrifice.
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