By Jennifersoter Ezewi

The pains: we might bear
Like candle wax that melts away.

The route of love we plied
Overshows the fault that sinks.

Your light I need to wax
Stronger with you.

The band on our fingers declares us
Free to feel.

The isle, the guests
Ends a day

But you and I
Can sweet to bliss.