Loving heat of the fire, Never wanting to retire. Total brightness clears the room, Being blown out will bring gloom. Sweet smell of flavors galore, Yellow flame brings even more. Flashing flowers of crimson light, Crying wax during the night. Frustrating smoke swerving in height, Twisting and turning in flight.
Wind blowing into the room from the window, The burning of the candle is now quite slow.
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