The Whisper of the Candelabra
In the dim-lit elegance of unsung nights, the candelabra sings, its melodies entwined with shadows' tender touch. Oh, how they beckon, these whispers of the flame! Etched in silence, each flicker narrates an unuttered sonnet, a romance with the night that softly cradles the heart.
Burn slow, dear waxen towers, for your stories are frail and your light is a kiss upon the eternal void. Are you not the faithful companion to love's hidden dance? To the gaze that meets another's, echoing timelessness in the briefest glance, yet spoken only in sighs besides your gentle glow?