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The Flame Of Love
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English Poetry |
The flame of love is not yet dead –
The waning wick waits in pain,
Hovering on the edge of hope,
Like a patient on the death-bed;
While the life-giving oil
Ebbs fast below.
Ah, were it not for this chance breath of breeze,
That fans the flame afire;
Until it glows again,
With the radiance of the setting sun.
The wick burns low, ever so low,
Hush! Blow not too hard, Oh breeze,
Lest you blow it out forever.
Kusum
Hi Kusum,
The flame of Love shall always flame forth.No Breeze can blow it away .It shall sustain like the fragrance of the jasmine on a summer night .An abstraction , ajoy forever and forever.
sarala
Aye! Keep the flame glowing.
A very enticing & delighting take on the lighted flame of love & life the gentle breeze
Kudos for this wonderful poem, to me pleasurable like so near a masterpiece ….
loved it!
let the radiance of the flame illumine…
Amen!
Superb
v nice
Thanks to you all.
Join in keeping the flame of love radiating to all corners of the world through p4poetry.
Kusum
Kusum,
beautiful imagery.
The seeming alternative meaning for “breeze” is well worked.
The oil lamp and sun for the personal and universal is nice,
Fergus