The candle is a master at love. He stands tall, and presents himself before his lover. He kindles a divine spark in the heart and sets the core of his being ablaze with devotion. The temperature rises: it burns him with sweet fire. He begins to melt away in thought of her; he sighs in hot wisps that rise on the air. As he thinks of his beloved he weeps away precious tears, for he soon comes to realize one of love's mysteries: that truly to love, the lover must disappear. Thus, his hardened self yields to liquid, then to fire, then to light. He brightens her face by his feeble flame -- and she calls it romantic; he grants her a moment's peace in fighting off the shadows of the night. And though he burns his life away, what he is now, is his lover's delight -- for he has found the immortal Way: her happiness is his happiness.