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Love Burns
Wax candle expelled her smoke,
wispy tendrils played in a haze,
glow of comfort, behind curtains,
where pain was hidden in the night,
beacon of warmth, filled his heart,
when her face illuminated in fire,
hypnotic, he brushed against her cheek,
ever so gently, as to protect her,
hands strong and big, cupped the wick,
nary a gust could extinguish,
this heated flame, to ever burn
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Axilea
Deborah
Hugs,
Anna
This is absolutely burning with passion...I love the way you ended this poem, brings this reader right to the brink of passion...lol
Nicely done, Love burns, love hurts, love is wonderful...
Peace, love and light,
Amber
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
love and hugs
fee
Have you ever bought those love candles?
They are so cool they each have a separate wick
to light...and as they burn the wax drips cool colors
and as the candle burns & burns the wicks turn into one flame!
they come in variety of perfumes with symbolic meanings
& unscented too...
Wood Matches & Brass Zippers to Light Them
Vickie
Beautiful
Love and Light
Lily
*Christine* forever to burn with
love of your poem....
Lady Vivian
Ron
Blessings, xx
Christine
and welcome; a sensuously fine rendering, Christine
john
You are an exceptional artist in this piece as many before, kudos again.
Budd
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
That starts
a blazing fire
In the heart
always burning
continuously churning.
db
Lady Mary Ann