FIRST LOVE

IN THE SOFT LIGHT
OF A WARM FLAME
FROM THE WAX FRAME
PEERS A SOUL BRIGHT.

AND FOR ONE FACE,
NOW ITS WIND CALLS -
TO THE FOOT-FALLS
OF A HEART'S RACE -

"COME WITH QUICKNESS
AND A WARM BREATH;
COME LIKE SICKNESS
AND ITS SWEET DEATH."