Candles light up my book ago,
but fire's lit cease at a wind blow.
Breaking my fire when candle's drip,
praying for my true twin flame's heat
Blissful when GOD lit my twin flame
satisfied no more funny game.
I can't read my book without it
praying for my true twin flame's heat.
No matter how hard wind may blow
nor other dainty candles glow,
my fire's heat only to one lit
praying for my true twin flame's heat.
Candle's light has infinite bright
With true eternal Twin Flame's light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well articulated and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing, Alvin.