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My poetry is the candle your love has lit It is not the wax but verses are dripping down The wick is burning - I have got a bit When everything is written I will simply die- -Light of love inspires, .when it stops inspiring, life has no meaning.Wonderful poem, thanks for sharing.

I've already adopted this poem, it's a treasure of poetic truth. Two things up front 1) sometimes in writing a poem we discover a striking, general idea. There's one here, namely, TRUST HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HOPE. I wrote that in my Poetry Notebook and put a box around it so I come back to it.2) This poem develops by a series of images - night/darkness (not nature's) /candle/light/dripping wax/poem writing/(finally) MY LONELY LIGHT, That last image is the poem's destination and provides a very satifying closure. Of course, the speaker's heart-issues are not yet resolved, but there is still a spiritual victory at the words' completion. SEE BOX

Hello poet friend Galina I really enjoyed this deep, mystical romantic poem. It was written from one who obviously has experienced the pain and joy of love. Nice work, Loyd

A thought provoking and deep write. Enjoyed reading it

the sky flashing with light, I like it, thanks. go on.. If you so like read my poems and say something what you think.