by ERS   Dec 23, 2020

This love it was a candle,
Burning late nights in my bed,
That girl she was the flame,
Who would surely brings it's end,
The closer that she got,
The faster it did melt,
An the day before she got here,
I knew the candle would go out,
I waved goodbye to my candle,
Pillow still filled with it's scent,
My very favorite candles gone,
And with it my love went.



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