The wick and the flame

 the wick and the flame decided one day,

to flee from the candle...quite....run away,

this esoteric affair had been going on for long,

nobody guessed......nothing could go wrong.

 

the wick was imprisoned in a wax-cell,

the flame in a match box was being held.

to be free they had to unite,

for this a light one had to ignite.

 

everyday the wick and flame waited till it'was dark,

that's when the old man came and provided the spark.

then slowly an amazing performance began........

 

flame with her warm love did set free,

her beloved from his waxen captivity,

from dusk until dawn they did dance in delight,

the crazy entrancing dance of light.

treasuring each moment....

secretly planning their flight.

 

wick held his sweetheart in a loving embrace

"we have to have freedom", he said, stroking her radiant face.

"we will make our escape when the breeze blows tonight,

hold on to me darling, it's going to be alright."

 

oblivious of the dangers that lurked ahead,

with this plan in mind and best wishes having said,

the young lovers did dance.

enthralled with the thought of being set free,

they danced the most splendid dance that ever could be.

enraptured did they sway to the mystical song,

slyly a gentle breeze started blowing before long.

 

but the young ignorant couple could not foresee,

how dearly they would have to pay for this folly.

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