like a flame of a candle.
By a match,
it lights quickly.
By wind,
it goes off -
Oh so swiftly.
The flame burns;
Passion is the fuel.
How slowly two characters be one...
How quickly one leaves the other.
Thus, the light exstinguishes itself
leaving a broken heart in dark.
Love is special,
unlike any candle;
Isn't made but found.
Not quite easy to search the world apart
For that one who holds your heart.
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