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The Flame Of Love

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English Poetry

The flame of love is not yet dead –

The waning wick waits in pain,

Hovering on the edge of hope,

Like a patient on the  death-bed;

While the life-giving oil

Ebbs fast below.

Ah, were it not  for this chance breath of  breeze,

That fans the flame afire;

Until it glows again,

With the radiance of the setting sun.

The wick burns low, ever so low,

Hush! Blow not too hard, Oh breeze,

Lest you blow it out forever.




  1. Hi Kusum,
    The flame of Love shall always flame forth.No Breeze can blow it away .It shall sustain like the fragrance of the jasmine on a summer night .An abstraction , ajoy forever and forever.

  2. Apurva Bharat Gaglani says:

    Aye! Keep the flame glowing.

  3. Vishvnand says:

    A very enticing & delighting take on the lighted flame of love & life the gentle breeze
    Kudos for this wonderful poem, to me pleasurable like so near a masterpiece ….

  4. purabi says:

    loved it!
    let the radiance of the flame illumine…

  5. jaspal kaur says:

    v nice

  6. kusum says:

    Thanks to you all.
    Join in keeping the flame of love radiating to all corners of the world through p4poetry.

  7. Gion Gion says:

    beautiful imagery.
    The seeming alternative meaning for “breeze” is well worked.
    The oil lamp and sun for the personal and universal is nice,

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