Candlelight

When a black-out occurred,
Drowning our home,
In a deep sea of darkness,
I struck a match,
And lit a candle,
In my room.

As I lay on my bed,
Watching the candle,
Emitting pale, languorous light,
A lovely thought struck me,
‘Her love is like this candlelight itself!’

But a sudden gust of wind,
Through the open casement,
Invaded my room,
And blew it out,
Re-drowning the room,
In eerie, dreadful darkness.

‘What’d become of me,
if I lost her too?’
I shuddered
At my own thought….