the candle

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    the candle

    No one can hold a candle to the light you brought to me.

    No one can tell me that you and I aren’t meant to be.

    I know it may not be tomorrow, the next day or next week.

     My heart sees no other; these are the truest words I can speak.

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    geyione commented on the candle

    08-22-2009

    Good poem. Good delivery. It captured the essence of true love. A four line poem that employed alot of styles and the message is apt. Good diction.

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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