She lit a candle in his dark heart
But he was in love with black
He could not bear to see the light
And what he saw in the light
He tried hard to blow out the light, She tried hard to save the flame.
He lost his breath at times
She got burnt sometimes
Before they could decide whether to keep the candle or not
The candle melted
Each drop of hot wax a witness
Until there was nothing left
Except a pool of cool dried wax.
Will someone light a candle again?
Or will darkness prevail?