Candle Poem by Amy Marie
Candle
I stand up green and tall because
I know
I'm the gleaming light
In Sensuality's young eyes.
I'd marry her if I could
Speak to her in words.
But I can
In essence. Through Destiny.
Sensuality cradles me
With her cushion-like hands.
My fierce flame of passion
Bows to her repeatedly –
Flinging yellow smiles.
She puts them in her
Purse – then in Femininity's –
Then in Age's.
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