If love was an eternal candle,
It would light our lives forever,
If the candle melted with time,
The liquid wax would harden
And immortalise love for eternity,
If the flame was to be suddenly extinguished,
It would symbolise the frozen hallway of a lonely heart,
If the candle was never lit,
It would convey an affair never kindled,
Love as a candle is warm and everlasting,
Love as a candle is cold and cruel,
Most people's candles are lit and last ‘til the end,
Others never get the match needed to start a flame,
Those peoples’ souls turn to ice,
Their lives are never completely fulfilled,
Their candlesticks fall away into evermore…
(I wrote this behind a small table just inside the entrance of a random Super Valu - I can’t remember where exactly - while attempting to sell Victoria Jackson make-up, and despite the distraction women and make-up can bring, I wrote Candle which, fittingly, stands out from the rest of the poems on Bebo page thirteen in terms of its imagery).
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