Perhaps once my heart was as the unlit candle, the wax there yet colder and rigid in form, with you here it is as molten wax, warm and flexible in form. Love makes it is good to burn this way.
As the rainbow candle gives of it's light, the melting wax creates an ever more beautiful story.
The candle wax, the protector of the wick, still welcomes the flame, forever able to melt and again solidify.
A candle the hue of a midnight sky flickers in the twilight, a micro-lake of melted wax gathered around its wick.
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