The Candles of Night

As life wanes into darkness
Lovers come to Rococo
Feeling the warmth of forty candles
Feeling the warmth of each other's hands
Soft words fly from one side of the table
Embraced and returned by the other
The circle is wide as young ones
Are sparkled by smiles between
Do they glimpse the soft skin across the room?
The glow filling the walls and the ceiling high?
Do they feel other hearts
Entwining in the lightness above?
Betty has created here, all natural and giving
Her fingers know the sangria
Her heart dwells with the light
And we sit in a miracle

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