badseed1980 | Bad sentimental poetry

A word of warning: I wasn't trying to write anything good. I just had to say something.

The flame from the candle I lit
Gutters in the draft from the window--
It's cold out there.
And I wish, since wishing is all I can do,
That I could wrap you in its light and warmth
In the light and warmth of my love
And cast off the darkness that's on you.
I wish I could be the sun and light your way,
Illuminating the path for your return.
And if wishing is all I can do,
I will wish
And hope
That my love might be a shield for you,
To guard you against any harm
That my love might be a lamp for you,
To light your way in the darkness
That my love might be a blanket for you
To cover you at night
Until the wishing is over
And the waiting is over
And like the sun after midwinter's night
You have returned, bringing joy to my heart.