I wrote about love

Until the midnight candle burned out

Though the flame may have been extinguished

Embers still burn inside

Tales of lust and love

Slipped onto the paper

Lyric like lines form

Written smoothly in black ink

Yes,

I wrote about love

Until the midnight candle burned out

And when the poem was complete

I looked towards the moon

And was reminded that

Even in the darkest hour

The moon smiles a crooked grin

That brings me back to

Tender moments with you