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The Last Candle
Ever since our souls have met,
My heart has become a temple of love,
A shrine with no Altar;
With no blood-stained marble stone
For, with your face inside,
ALL are sanctioned!
Like golden drops of dewy honey
That filled a desiccated hive
You’ve filled the innermost crevices of my soul
With love, content and joyful tranquility.
You were crying, and I was there.
I held your hand to sooth your sorrow,
Embraced your face with my eyelids,
And opened all doors to my heart:
Through vessels of tears between our eyes
Your love had walked stalwartly to the shrine
And lit the last scented candle therewith I had!
