Candle of Love

He was the fire...the fire to my burning candle

When I first recieved him he lit up my life

His flame burned vibrantly, it burned with care, and

it burned forever

Now that fire that once burned for me won't even
spark for me

Maybe its old, maybe I'm not lighting it right..or
maybe his flame is tired of my candle

poem by Octavia Tisdale
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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