Perfect Candle
Wax of the moon
Easy on my eyes
Kind to my skin
My kind.
You are the beauty
In my life
When all light is gone
When there is no moon
Then there is no love
You warm my heart
Like a candle light
Flicker flame against the wind
Low sometimes
Yet you reamain
More important than the sun
Your light
Your soul
Means more
Your flicker of love
Means more
Than a billion suns
Tempy commented on Perfect Candle
09-29-2009
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Perfect Candle | 1 | 09/29/2009 |
| All Those that Wander | 0 | 09/29/2009 |
| In Love | 1 | 09/29/2009 |
| Dusk | 0 | 09/29/2009 |
| Lexicon Apart | 0 | 09/24/2009 |
| Clouds | 0 | 09/24/2009 |
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