Candle Light

Candle Light
Jessica Marie

What is beauty, the glow of the candle?
On a cold day, the blow of the candle--

warmth in the restaurant that is stirred,
loving gaze, in our eyes goes the candle,

Outside, the white sprinkles the streets,
attention away melting snow from the candle--

our hearts melt instead, in silence felt,
emanating, a peaceful flow from the candle.

Jessica, a voice that longingly reassures,
Did I? Maybe I found my beau in the candle?