Love Poem: Our Candle
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Written by: Serge Lyrewing

Our Candle

The flame of the candle’s close,
Don’t speak let’s keep silence both,
Heart’s beating at Heaven’s doors
Meantime weather’s bad and crying.
The stars are unseen with mist
The shadows in black height twist
And I am like forest beast
with nature, at least I’m trying.

Again you are in my dreams
Some bird sings for us it seems
The wind’s in the bush with whims
of night and it has its habit,
There’s no sleep on silent earth
And I cannot sleep of course
with undying love and curse
The trees bow to show its credit.

Perhaps, you are out of sleep,
You look through the glass in deep
of darkness that has to weep,
The candle will warm you really,
It doesn’t spare burning flame,
Day’s finished, it doesn’t blame,
The candle will speak my name
to melt in the night with feeling.