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My Candle

She lights my candle My wick is burning outside The warmth felt within Melting the wax of myself A fire that lights inside me Russell Sivey

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/15/2012 6:39:00 PM

This is beautifully romantic, Russell and I am happy you liked that one I just posted. Yes, when it comes in hard, we say In like a lion. And the opposite when it comes in soft. It was not a HUGE lion this year, more like a little tiger. heehee. (and yet it did snow!!!)

Black Eyed Susan

Date: 3/15/2012 6:02:00 PM

do you turn into a puddle of wax mush? i like "melting the wax of myself" :)

Jack Horne

Date: 3/15/2012 4:49:00 PM

Lovely romantic write, Russell