The Wick

Fire-burning candle of Love
The indifference in your eyes
like flame, melts me
Like the blue base of the flame
You left me blue

My love for you, at first
Like the lighting of the wick
I was white, pure: unscorched
You covered me.
Oh, the intense rush of heat; the happiness
And the scent of new vanilla filled the air contenting me
Contented me.
Oh yes, we blazed quietly
Not noticing the dwindling
We were too hot.

And when my purity was scathed by the light
I, undaunted, continued


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