Candlelit Face

Your face is like a candle,
That warms the folds of my skin,
Alighting me with passions that begin:

Reminded of a love that runs,
Pumping blood to the brain,
Nearly unable to abstain
From a hasty embrace.

A face, a candle,
That holds infinite beauty,
Founded on a soul-taken love done unto me.

I stare into magnificent flames,
Accepting every breath, each hand that I take.