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.
Karlie, your Love poem is lovely, soft and sweet. I enjoyed reading it!
I like this poem very much! Fragile and sweet!