To you
I, my dear
Candle in hand
In life's darkest night
In inkpot, heart's blood
I write with each drop
On paper of thoughts
The Invisible
Vinegar writing on papyrus
Light is needed, and heat
To see my secret writing
In this humongous cave
Rise, raise the love's wick.
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