The Candle Had No idea of her Allure

Dear Future Generations, The candle did not know whether to snuff herself out Or begin dancing around the cemetery and give a shout She knew she was not going to join her cousin, on walk-about But other than that, she had a vague sense of doubt Who do you think you are? Asked the snippy porcupine. He was still pouting when she said he could not make her “mine”. Candle walked off, did not give him a backward glance or time. She was late for a date with a count who fed her lime. The paintbrush in the corner who was conjuring graffiti Rolled his eyes at these two, their conversations were needy He pretended he did not care, but he had his eye on little candle too She walked off swinging her fancy ways in the fog of the blue. The candle had no idea how attractive she was; that is for sure. Or how innocent, for she was white, young, kind and bridal pure. If she had known how the handsome young paintbrush felt about her She might have given him attention, for he was a gentleman for sure.