Now as the candle flickers and
The wick is burning low,
Amidst the still and darkened room
Lit only by its glow,
I try to write a letter but
The pain too much to bear,
For I just can't express my love
When she's no longer there.
A blank page lies before me on
The table stained with tears,
I stare upon the candle for
Its end now slowly nears,
The flame is growing taller and
The scarlet wax does run,
Right down the silver holder on
My letter yet begun.
And now it's getting very late
The stars do light the sky,
I stare out from my window as
The night now passes by,
Yet still the words don't come to me
I've nothing left to say,
And so I watch the candle as
It slowly fades away.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/candle-12/
