20 February 2024

The wick and the lamp

 

Love is like the twirling wick

That burns itself to spread the light,

And the lamp is like the throbbing heart,

That feels the swell and ebb of  light.


Sometimes when the lamp overflows,

The wick sputters and drowns the light,

Sometimes when the wick burns too low,

It burns, chars, and becomes cinder.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Vagaries of Love so akin to the burning of the wick in a lamp

Ineresting? ShareThis

search engine marketing