Candle

A candle with a blindingly bright flame

Like I've never seen before 

When I look at it I'm happy

Its heat warms me to the core 

I try to touch It, I get singed

To try again... I'd be unhinged 

But as the flame flickers and struggles

I scramble to sustain it

With hands cupped all around it

Almost smothering what's left

Praying that I'll get to see it again 

To feel its heat and warmth 

And deep down longing to get burnt