The candle has something quite secret about it,
An aspect you cannot that well comprehend,
With its wax do hot tears form and flow down the taper,
As you sit observing that saintly stick's end.
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Wow. Great poem. I'm one of those who have candles lit every night and I often find myself entranced by the flame. This poem makes me wonder now just what it is I'm trying to see or hear. Nice write!
Me also. I is about true love and the fame burns red to those who show their love