The Candle
I hold onto a memory
of someone so special,
I was alive and excited
for the first time;
it felt so right...it felt so intense,
but like a candle - it lost its brightness,
and finally burned out.
I still desired the intensity,
I still longed for the brightness;
her candle of love never burned again,
only a melted remnant remained.
Her memory and her love burns brighter
than thousands of blazing lighted candles,
but sadly...only one candle is ever lit.
04/06/2011
For the "Any Sad Poem" sponsored by Broken Wings.
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