a rose coloured candle burns gently
day and night, faltering at times
but never going out
quietly but intently
it sometimes burns low and then it climbs
reaching for the promises of heaven it senses
seeking absolution by never failing
it has no walls and no real defenses
nor is it in hiding or actively veiling
it simply is, burning, a neverending light
one flame
two wicks
but only one heart
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