So long ago, my Love, it seems
that we lighted our candle. 
Tentative at first we were,
as was it's fragile, flickering flame
which could have been so easily extinguished.

Yet, it stayed alight,
growing stronger and steady,
a brightly burning blaze,
a symbol of our love.

True, there were the gusts
which sometimes caused it to
flare and gutter.

Still, it survived,
returning to its upright, steady light,
always a beacon to us, for us, of us.

But now our candle has diminished,
the flame reddened and trembling,
its light dimmed,
a wisp of smoke spirals upwards.

We have parted, my Love,
though the flame of our candle has ebbed,
is not yet, and will never be, quenched.