One More Love Poem

I am a candle’s slight flame, shivering

Against a world that is sometimes lonely

Casting dark arms of shadow, quivering

In search for meaning. Tendrils creep slowly

Against a bath of light. It’s here you show

Your face, raked by warmth, raked by shadow.

Your eyes, drunk upon this wavering source

This flicker I am; it’s slight orange glow

Admire me and take comfort amidst

All that I am. All that I’ll be. Darling

You take this tender thing, shivering still

You bring her close to you. You bring her close.