candlelight

A candle, there on the table, the yellow fire at its tip. we, the two flies, fluttering around, I saw your sparkling eyes through the fire. tears rolling down....oh! why dear? Let me wipe it from your sunken cheeks . just stretch those rosy lips, wide apart. let the world hear your utterance. we are the two flies, fluttering around, the fire of life, the candlelight