Candle light. The soft, flickering light, the light of love and passion. It's a moment of romance, softening the darkness.
The touch of warmth,
the glowing hope and love,
and the delicious aroma,
only tantalizes and tempts my heart,
beckoning me towards you.
The touch of warmth,
the glowing hope and love,
and the delicious aroma,
only tantalizes and tempts my heart,
beckoning me towards you.
p/s: Ok. Me, you've gotta stop immersing yourself in this romance thingy. He's not here. Not anymore.
Did I not mention I bought some pink candles with the scent of cyprus rose? Ok. It doesn't look pink in this photo, but it's really in pink. Purplelish pink. Hmm, maybe I should get a candle holder. and some glass beads. and more candles. pillar candles.
pp/s: and I'm glad that my camera can actually capture the candle light. Not pro, but I think it's good enough, heh, with my sucky skill in photography. I should start learning. =p
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