The moon coats the world in an unceasing darkness,
ringing true to the world\'s humanity in an eternal slumber.
I sit on the bed and light up a candle,
its floral nature mismatched with the blaze that melts it and I envy its fury.
A cornucopia of the masculine and the feminine,
the fragrant wax and the fire work together to generate something meaningful,
no words spoken yet it conveys a tale of a complicated romance.
I recognize the delicacy of the lilac-scented candle within me,
the type that instills in me the devotion to one man for the rest of my life.
I watch as the candle lights up the room tainted by darkness,
and I acknowledge my desire to set the world ablaze in a fiery storm,
crushing the evils of this world with a smile on my face and a bouquet of lilacs in hand.
The candle left on the bedside table before me,
I lay by the man I love and close my eyes wide shut as the storm takes effect.