Standing Flame

Flame on the candle,
Holding so still.
But once comes the wind,
It is destined to kill.

But it struggles to hold,
Wavering about.
Like a love gone bad,
A love full of doubt.

The flame still remains,
But the wind goes on.
The struggle continues.
Another match already drawn.

So quick to give up.
So sure it will die.
But this tempted flame,
Is still standing high.

High and strong,
Determined to live.
This flame will go on,
With more to give.

The wind soon dies,
It all ends.
Yet the flame still stands.
A love surrendes.