Candle, candle burning bright,
you are a bestower of light,
you become the only source,
when electricity is not in force.
The fire in you amazes me,
burning the self without agony,
illumining households and brightening lives,
when darkness prevails as the power dies.
You never cease to be a light of joy,
in this modern era where neons ploy,
you become a carrier of love cable,
as two hearts unite on a dinner table.
Beautiful shades of colour adorn your flame,
putting Edison's invention to a state of shame,
blue for elegance and grey for sober,
a bright sunshine yellow that doth not waver.
Standing tall even as you melt,
till the last drop of wax is felt,
leaving a trail of light to remember,
as you fade away, sacrificing for the other.
