The Borrowed Flame

 The candle of her life, now a flickering glow,

A treasure lent, not mine to forever own.

Her breath, a verse the heavens stole,

A melody engraved upon my soul.

I begged the stars, "Let her stay!" in vain,

Yet they whispered, "Love is born to give pain."

She was life’s gift, and I, the debtor below.

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