Lifelong Bond?

A fresh rose candle,
sweetly scented and
from love formed.

The lighting,
a ceremonious occasion,
it takes the flame responsibly.

Years go by,
the candle slowly burning,
some wax marks collisions.

Nearing the end,
calamitous wax sprays,
scalding those closest.

The end,
the light of hope,
flickers, sputters and smokes.

The End

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