My sweet does the candelabra lighten up my eyes ?
Or it’s wax soften my heart ?
Does my soft touch see you creep ?
For my beating heart has been exposed,
only to see you turn away as it’s hot wax touches you’re hand .
Was there something in my eye that made you turn away ,
or the blosoming sunlight that just got in the way ?

The ring on you’re finger is it thine ,
or does it belong to some other ruddy swine?
For my love for you is no gawdy affair,
as for the flower i placed in you’re hair was so dainty and rare .

The candelabras light has been exposed by the puff of you’re cheeks ,
It’s wax is long as darkness draws near .

Nee my carriage awaits ,
outside the mansion gates ,
to cliperty clop and whip i leave ,
with an avenue of trees open up before my eyes ,
i turn around and hear you’re cries .