Will You be My Candle
Will you be the candle in the window every night,
The clock that silent ticks till midnight tolls,
Shimmer every candle on the cake that marks my years,
Your smiling face to wipe away the tears.
Will you be my sweet lament, the breast to lay my head,
Unhearing ears and lips that seal when unkind words are said;
A trifle blind when things unkind will shrink your heart anew,
That deaf and blind you’ll always be to spoken words untrue.
Will you be the pot of ink that fills my pen each night,
The quill that scratches penance words so true,
The pad upon I write my thoughts when soul shall have its say,
That I might better speak my thoughts to you.
Will you be the posy, the bouquet of my days,
The first rose of the summer, the last when autumn strays,
When winter brings the snowdrops, till crocus blue shall bloom,
Will you be my ever bride till church bells ring my doom.
Michael Walsh
29.11.2013