You light up a Candle of innocent love
You wish it is steady and blazing enough
Insatiate flame grows so huge that you feel
This love should be endless, and selfless, and real
A soundless groan escapes from your soul
You’ve got neither quickwit nor inner control
You try to be sexual, tender and strong
But fraudulent world can’t stay friendly for long
There comes a dislike to the lips that you kissed,
The dreams you’ve been dreaming no longer exist
The wax having melted, the short candle’s wick
Keeps helplessly swimming, the flame getting sick
“The feeling can die, but it’s not my own death” –
You comfort yourself when love makes her last breath
What’s cooled your mind up is obscure to explain
And it is The Candle that you choose to blame
A Candle
© Copyright: Оксана Линовицкая, 2012
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