Loves Tender Wick Poem by Laurie Smithson

Loves Tender Wick



He proclaimed his love, though unrequited
And bared his tender covert passion, though
In vain held the wick, unignited
And prayed to set the fine taper aglow.
Steadfast he held to his lovesick fancy
Chasing a dream through the cloudy unknown
Firmly grasping to what he knew could be:
Visions of a light that could not be blown.

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