I found the blazing candle
Four times,
Four precious times in a lifetime
Each time a great opportunity
To share, cherish, nurture, grow
Promising depth created
Waiting for right ingredients
To flourish, mature, yield fruit;
But for the presence of that man,
Whose face changes every time
It would not be four
But one
One attempt would suffice
And every effort would slide in
To make the candle blaze,
Blaze into a great flame
Sharing it's fire with great and small.
Oh! For the wisdom
Oh! For the maturity
To have deciphered the interference
Interference to a settled heart.
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