Beauty fades love dies
She died again yesterday
And every other day sighs
A moment before passing away
A touch of love that shies
Just before he looks away
From her now ugly countenance
And death for her, inevitable; on every other day
She too had golden days with hair
Waves of thick black and skin as gold as fire
But slowly the wax melts… and the wick inside
Aah!! Sacrifice is her life, fully burnt… dies one day
Remolding itself, “the wax” again
Finds a wick to burn
As it melts in her love!
To mold and melt again!!