Flickering candle light,
So beautiful and bright,
Beside the fires glow,
The flames dance to and fro,
Creating pictures with tired eyes,
Faces in the burning embers,
Tears I cannot hide,
You were the fire of my heart,
The flame from the very start,
And as the embers burn and die,
I think of you,
Those years gone by.
Jayne Louise Davies
Flames do have a habit of dancing when we stare at them and helps you reminisce.5*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Outstandng Jayne Top 5 Bravo! Bravo!
Thank you so much LeeAnn x I appreciate your kind comments x