A delicate light comes forth
small yet shapely and defined.
Barely enough to read by
casting long shadows over the page.
'Twas a time when this gallant flame,
oversaw treason and treachery.
It offers seductive splendour,
befitting lovers entwined on a rug.
Extinguished with a breath
it brings strength in the dark.
Not enough to heat a meal,
yet strong enough to melt hearts.
Gifting light when most needed,
imparting spirituality where none exist.
I see your soul through pupils reflection,
I bring warmth to all that wish to look.
For I am the light your heart desires,
I am your candle when you need light most.
©2011 Trevor Litchfield
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