The Candle
Flame
My love is like a sun for you,
To warm you, melt you, let you free:
It lights on every one for you
And what it melts returns to me.
Wax
My love is like a fuel to you,
You burn me up to fire your sun:
I only could be cruel to you
To stop the way my love would run.
Wick
I am the thread that comes between,
To bind you and to let you part:
What could be, is, and might have been
I am the cord that cleft your heart.
-- James Keys