Yearning

I find myself now
Softly yearning
Like a dripping candle
Slowly burning

The winds may come
To tease the flame
But with it's retreat
I whisper your name

A fire so radiant
Glowing ever bright
Even in the solitude
Of the dark lonely night

Each drip from the candle
Falls like a tear
Upon my forlorn heart
Until I find you near

Merely a representation
Of this tender yearning
A white wax candle
Forever burning

~THE FLOWING PEN~
4-21-04

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