Sonnet 09 Poem by John Florio

Love is like holding a burning candle,
At first, it illuminates around us;
But it gets smaller, oh what a swindle!
That it melts and hurts so much.
The darkness dispelled falls once again,
Growing deeper than ever before,
Having held it, we're ready to complain,
When it shines around us no more.

That matters most is we get into despairs,
Trying to shine with other's light;
If we kindle our own hearts like solitaires,
Life will undoubtedly glow bright.
What is living, if life is slaved and snared,
In lieu of these conditions, death is cared!