Lust or love- I cannot tell for I am stuck beneath your bedding and I have crawled my way into the depths of your arms but the flickering flame of your tapered candles whisper to me in my ear that I must put out the fire. Oh how I begged the flame to tell me why- why must I leave such a wonderful thing? As I cried out my question it was far too late, my fingertips were singed and clasped together over the death of a beautiful flame. Oh I flung myself onto the ground and pleaded out of desperation, how I cried and cried, why you would've thought I cried an entire sea!. Then all of the sudden I had a certain thought… I had more matches in the drawer! So I picked myself off the floor and ran down the hall. Why I was in such a hurry my hair fell loose and I lost my ribbon! But none of it mattered. I kept on running. Finally I reached the kitchen and grabbed the little old box of matches from the drawer. And oh my when I lit the match I was so bound to the glow of its light but soon I realized its flicker was not right. Quickly I blew the flame out and lit, again, another match. This time I was not fooled by its mockery of a trance and I blew that one out too when it showed me no good. Soon enough my box was empty and the lingering smell of fire surrounded my house. There I found myself once again on the floor, pleading for an answer of whether I pursue the feeling of lust or act on the feeling of love. What a foolish woman you must think of me but here I am standing before you, no longer pleading or crying a whole new sea for I wish to tell you how the tapered candles on your bedside table spoke to me that night. How out of fear I singed my fingers and washed it immediately away, how now my fingers are still singed with the ash of your candle and how I can not forget the feeling of the burning glow. Oh please think of me as a foolish woman for I am a fool who is tied in a foolish web of love.