BY DR. AGONSON
Candlelight love, its gentle glow,
I’ll never know. But what of love?
Yesterday’s here, haunting me still,
breaking my will, or so I fear.
Flickering light, by which I see,
Stay true, I plea, all through the night.
Candlelight love, its gentle glow,
I’ll never know. But what of love?
Yesterday’s here, haunting me still,
breaking my will, or so I fear.
Flickering light, by which I see,
Stay true, I plea, all through the night.