My candle
with it's seemingly ceaseless flame
is getting brighter

And i guess it makes sense because
well with all this darkness,
something has to shine.
not that it's better, of course,
but it's there.

And that makes a difference.

I have to believe that in this world
So full of the stinch of death and hate
is a candle
matching mine
with a name on it
that brings me to joy-filled tears.
That's my Romeo.
That's my knight in shining armour.
That's my guy.