Scented Candle

Scented candle,
Look how you’re wired,
Stay far from the beings over there, they are fire.

The scented candle looked at the fire people and often wondered about them. They never did anything of particular intrigue, but the scented candle watched on with much of it. They were an abundance, while the scented candle was the only one of its kind, and it knew that well. But there was always a fear.

For they will burn,
And you might regret
The day you said “I’ll be near to them.”

The scented candle watched as the fire people went on about their lives, a yearning desire growing with each glance, each fire person passing, taking little to no note of the longing stares directed at them. A fire person stopped, stretched its arms, took a deep inhale, a deep exhale, and sighed happily. “Strange,” thought the scented candle. For it had never seen a fire person do that. Just then, the fire person spotted, smiled, and walked over to the scented candle while it hyperventilated for lack of the knowledge of what else to do. The fire person stopped, gave a big grin and said “Hi”

Scented candle,
Fire has come,
Will you gaze will you touch, or will you just run?[\i]

“Hello,” the scented candle replied nervously “how are you?”. The fire person smiled and said “I’m great and you?” The scented candle looked at the fire person with great curiosity. “Did you come all the way over here just to speak to me?” the scented candle asked only to be met with laughter. “Yes I did. And might I ask why do you always stay her by yourself? By looks of it, you haven’t had any association for a while. Have you been lonely? “How do you know that?” The fire person just smiled.

Scented candle,
The facts are true.
The fire people are just like you.

The scented candle and the fire person sat and talked for hours and hours on end. To the scented candle, every minute was better than than the last. They joked and laughed until the scented candle felt very warm. The scented candle then felt something hot roll down the side of its face. As it rolled down, the scented candle could see that it was molten wax. The scented candle then asked the fire person “Is there fire on the top of my head?” To that the fire person replied smiling “Yes, there is.”

Scented candle,
Your wick’s caught a flame.
Will you douse the fire or let it remain?

As the scented candle melted, it smiled. The fire person smiled and readied itself to leave. This saddened the scented candle. “Wait!” it shouted, “Don’t leave yet.” The fire person responded “If you don’t want me to leave, then come with me. You can always come back here and be a scented candle if you’d like, or enjoy the scent.” . The scented candle sighed, it’s wax melting slowly to a liquid consistency.”So this is how it feels to be a fire person, just, not being lonely?” Wit that the scented candle left where it was and walked with it’s new friend, the fire person. “I like your scent” said the scented candle, “I like yours too” replied the fire person.

Scented candle,
As you combust,
Learn which fire, you can trust.
Which one’s burns,
You’ll need to leave
And which burns you may just need.
Scented candle,
As you know well,
You can tell them by their scent.
But be warned,
Don’t be confused
As scents are easily diffused.
Scented candle,
Person of fire,
Be good and remember how you were wired.