An unplanned touch, a spark ignites!
And starts a flame that blazes bright,
Hot as a candle, searing strong,
Burns intensity's scalding song.

But passion's moment hesitates,
And halts in indecision ... waits ...
Faltering from the fanning glow,
The zealous, sparking, flame turns low...

A hint, a waver, of the light,
Then passion takes its leave by flight;
Thus borne upon the wings of doubt,
The candle flickers, then goes out.

- Aurora Antonovic

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