The rose candle burns, in raging fire quenching it down,
and the heat turns, to a caring hug from a careless frown.
Her cheek turns pink, in a blush of guessing what is to come,
none of them blink, in a romantic note of the silent hum.
Many moments past, all are words but very strange,
with their love to fast, in a rhythmic verse they arrange.
The wax tipped the brim, a flow over of their affection thus,
the flame steady and trim, and the time forgot all the fuss.
All the world apart, and a moon of love amidst countless stars,
Cupid did hit the dart, its bloom blurred all the scars.
Like a rose bud wet, their love was in the elegant night,
it was not dawn yet, but their love bloomed in the candle light.
and the heat turns, to a caring hug from a careless frown.
Her cheek turns pink, in a blush of guessing what is to come,
none of them blink, in a romantic note of the silent hum.
Many moments past, all are words but very strange,
with their love to fast, in a rhythmic verse they arrange.
The wax tipped the brim, a flow over of their affection thus,
the flame steady and trim, and the time forgot all the fuss.
All the world apart, and a moon of love amidst countless stars,
Cupid did hit the dart, its bloom blurred all the scars.
Like a rose bud wet, their love was in the elegant night,
it was not dawn yet, but their love bloomed in the candle light.