There is a sadness reflected in her beauty. You can sense it in her smile, in her eyes…
There is a wet wick fallen from a candle which cannot be illuminated…
A barely glowing ember, within her soul, fading in the winter winds…

Love is the answer…

Love is the flame…

Push your lips upon my lips, take my hand, embrace me… Set me afire, watch my flame, taste my fire I will illuminate you again.