Candlelight

Candlelight spills into your room.

It falls across your face and even mine.

It falls across your body,

It discovers you, your perfections, your Imperfections,

Your hopes and aspirations.

The candlelight is soft and so forgiving.

The candlelight is warm and inviting,

When the morning comes and the candle simply is.

Through it will have already discovered you,

Now it is gone the warmth is lost.

You are left in the twilight of early dawn.

You have been stripped bare as sleep rushes in.

Now sleep my love, for I am here.

I am still the candle that burns within...