This is a poem about a woman that I love whose wonderfully pretty face I may, never again, very sadly to me, be able to be graced to see again. The poem is called "My Candle".

"My Candle" Kindred glow of flickering mist, So warm as glistening mornings kissed, By comforting and pleasant rain, When lack of water, dearth, so pained, When once that ember lost its ash, A kindred glow, awake, at last.