Don’t blow it.
For it, is our beautiful candle.
You know the one you and I had lit the minute our hatred had turned into love.
Our light coloured candle that never runs out of wax...
Your love and mine, the type that never runs out of rhythm...
Our hearts.
The way they unite and shine in the crowd.
The way we talk, the way we feel, what we think and how we express it.
But wait, there shall be a twist.
My candle is made of real wax.
Yours, fake wax.
My fire that lights our candle is real fire.
Your fire is fake.
My rhythm is real and yet again yours is fake.
My feelings, thoughts and expressions are all real.
And yours, of course, FAKE.
But even if it’s half fake don’t blow it.
Please, don’t blow our beautiful candle!
Why, if you must ask...
Because....
My half is REAL.