Need a flickering glow of light
Strike the match, ignite the candle, flame arising
The flame beautiful golden dancing on top of its structure
Anticipation, the hours we will have together
Wax trickling down, watching with fascination at its descent
Golden light on our faces, creating animated shadows on the wall
Precious time melting, talking reading, capturing our thoughts in the time we spent
Each inch the candle once standing tall, each inch now a memory the candle starts to fall
As we finish basking in the awesome glow, we lean in as if to blow a kiss of our appreciation
The flame now out, this candles chapter closed until we need its flicker of hope once more.
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