Ananya Chatterjee writes

Would you?

You've seen how

in a candle stick

The wax never

abandons the wick

You ignite the wick

Yet, it is the wax

which dies..

All the wick does

is grow dark

with grief

and hard

with the sorrow

of permeated pain

If I were to be a wick

Fragile and fire-facing ..

Would you be

my scented paraffin?

Could ours be

a love like that...

Unfair yet forgiving?

Frau aus Wachs -- Lenn Cox