The light from the candle is radiant,
The soft glow only strengthened by the surrounding darkness,
The flame hovering gently on all it can reach,
Warming all that it touches,
Yet somehow your beauty makes the fire seem obsolete,
You, like the flame, are untouchable,
And the burn of desire extinguishes the burn of the flame,
Which dances seductively on your face,
Defining your perfect features,
The bow lips that pout ever so slightly,
The long, narrow nose and the eyes,
That even in absence of light would glow,
Bottomless and beautiful,
Words fail all those who try to describe.
The light from the candle cannot compare to the perfection of your face,
But sadly when you spoke,
Gentle and musical,
Your voice danced around the room,
Extinguishing all light with the shallowness of your thoughts.
You cannot hide behind your beauty forever,
Beauty fades,
Wisdom does not.
And hear we sit in the darkness because like all things beauty has its price.
