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Candlelight

Candlelight spreads it manicured fingers across
Those dimples Brown skin compliments the
Color of crabcakes and the darkest Cognac In essence
I hear only you as the band croons music for the soul
In my soul only yours may enter at this moment in time
As the candlelight waves hello to you as you smile
And the surrounding room is dazzling as you speak
So softly, so enlightening The light is nothing
Accept a dim reminder that your eyes are shining
Pale in comparison Your presence dictates the
Movement of the entire room Waiters dance
Around enthralled by your call Indeed you are
The princess of enchantment in this hour and
Time simply cups your delicate fingers and
Follows your lead Amazing and graceful
Candlelight anointing your face and that is lovely
Forest greens and brown framing your shape
In beauty you sit Candlelight your crown
And glory I asks only to remain transfixed
Admiring your every sigh Gazing at the way
Your head tilts when you laugh In candlelight

Smoke from the candle wavers and reality grips my eyes


Sugar cookie skin is marinated in candlelight In essence
She emanates sweetness Lightly sprinkled with sassiness
And dipped in sexiness The candlelight adorns her chestnut
Hair and the vision of queens and thrones rings clearly
I see her in different Lights Candlelight brings shades of
Browns and greys and her smile is bathing the room in
Cleverness The glint in her eyes a gateway to womanhood
In her state of mind the room bends to her whims and the
Hour is at her will and upon her command the sand will stop
In midair in the hourglass and sway in unison to her
Heartbeat The candlelight gives away the secrets in her face
And threatens to reveal her soul to me In time I hope to stop
Gazing across the table Indeed she knows my weakness and
At her feet I lay my strength and my honor Pledging
Devotion in candlelight Everlasting and perpetual
No one can truly see her swagger Except in candlelight
Her spirit shines in my eyes

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