In the stillness of the evening’s gentle sigh,
Candles flicker, casting shadows that softly lie.
Their warm embrace, a tender, glowing dance,
Illuminates the darkness, given the chance.

A flame so fragile, yet it bravely stands,
Whispering secrets held within our hands.
Each flicker tells a story, old and new,
In the quiet glow, dreams are born anew.

The wax melts slowly, marking time’s gentle pace,
In the candle’s light, we find a sacred space.
A moment of peace, a gentle, soothing balm,
Wrapped in its glow, our hearts find calm.

As night surrenders to the dawn’s embrace,
The candle’s glow fades without a trace.
Yet in our hearts, its memory remains,
A light that once danced through night’s gentle strains.