Candle in the dark
with your perfect step
I've wrote to you a poem
and down your side you've wept
When my pen lay still
and not a word was wrote from me
you stood tall and mighty like a golden castle
to which you were its queen
With a heated glare
and still no words
you wished to dance again
then I give a simple nod
and reach out for my pen
Then scratch, scratch, scratch
I say them back
to make sure you'd approve
but with my breath
and your perfect step
I'm assured you do.
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