My sole companion through the dark of night
I pray you never dim your incandescence;
My life is brightened where you shed your light,
Out of the sight of screaming adolescents.
The scarlet splendor of your flowing wax
Rising and swelling, marvellous to see,
Heating the liquid in which it reacts,
Has very much the same effect on me.
What matter that they do not understand
The urges that the spirit undergoes?
Affairs that rule the heart are never planned
And many love, and yet dare not disclose.
A man can grow so tired of his hand,
And need some help from something warm that glows.