the night we watched two candles burn,
it was moonless and starless and
that accentuated the fires.
i remember you said,
with the breeze combing your hair,
that our love was just like two candles.
i agreed, as it seemed then
the flames of our passion and desire
were similar to the candles - restlessly burning.
we kept silent after, admiring the symbols of our love
both their wax bodies melting in rhythm.
you said, we will be beside each other forever.
and a poetic couple we were, i noted how
the melted wax conjoined the two candles
and you said our love brought light to others.
the flames extinguished simultaneously, shortly after,
and in a unanimous duet, as if pre-planned, we whispered:
'till death do us part'.
last night, it was me with two candles
though, with a gleaming moon and a dozen stars
that stole the attention and outshone the two.
and while the flames still faded simultaneously,
it was extinguished only by the saltiness
of tears belonging to a broken lover
and the mercilessness of your absence.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 10:44 AM UTC
the night we watched two candles burn,
it was moonless and starless and
that accentuated the fires.
i remember you said,
with the breeze combing your hair,
that our love was just like two candles.
i agreed, as it seemed then
the flames of our passion and desire
were similar to the candles - restlessly burning.
we kept silent after, admiring the symbols of our love
both their wax bodies melting in rhythm.
you said, we will be beside each other forever.
and a poetic couple we were, i noted how
the melted wax conjoined the two candles
and you said our love brought light to others.
the flames extinguished simultaneously, shortly after,
and in a unanimous duet, as if pre-planned, we whispered:
'till death do us part'.
last night, it was me with two candles
though, with a gleaming moon and a dozen stars
that stole the attention and outshone the two.
and while the flames still faded simultaneously,
it was extinguished only by the saltiness
of tears belonging to a broken lover
and the mercilessness of your absence.
The promises we make to each other, seem only foolish and naive on hindsight.
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