strike the match to light this candle
I am yearning for you burning

your name sits on the tip of
my tongue, an air of reason
you are my heart my star
shining like the moon
a pot of gold (every so carefully placed)
at the rainbows edge
can’t out shimmer the
person that is standing before

me

a certain romance is lingering
in my body. it is calling for someone
to satisfy

oh
i am yearning for you burning
you are the million candles on a birthday cake
the pink frosting that envelops
it’s every surface.


If you can find it possible disregard the grammar and punctuation. I like it messy like that (But if you distracts I'll change it...)