You light a candle, brightening the room.
Yet wavering, a flickered, fickle flame
It licks and laps the blackness—but it soon
Departs, as wick is burned, and dark remains.
And even forest fires find an end,
Though hours, days, their burning passion flies
Along the slopes and mountains, which they rend
With fury that consumes itself and dies.
But sun, you cannot darken, cannot hide.
Behind the clouds or earth, it’s burning still.
The rays of light upon the ether glide
And nothing can remove it, nothing will.
Despite the obstacles of time and space,
My love for you, it cannot be replaced.