For my inner soul does dire,

Your name rolls off my tongue with pride,

Filling the air with vanilla sweet,

My love for you I cannot hide,

Amongst the flames of heat,

For in me you will always inspire,

The wax runs down on the petal of rose,

To shape the form of moments love,

It hardens in its precious pose,

To sing the song of a flying dove,

For it's you I do so admire,

In a whisper I give you my heart,

As the candle dies to an ember,

For you I do impart,

In my words do remember,

The voice of truth will fly higher.