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I've never been one to be quixotic.
Don't get me wrong, I love candles; hot wax feels better on my skin instead.

I envision you.
In the middle of an old, rusty, dirty,
abandoned warehouse.
White candles all around.
Nothing but a California king-size white mattress.
Two feet tall menorah as the headboard.

You are so beautiful.
You bring out a new meaning to romance, lust, love.
Candlelight accents your manly features, yet to me you're a child.
I'm a child.
Children playing this hide-n-seek game of 'Which one of us experienced the initial fraction of this very thought?''

We both want to be right, we both are.

Baby, I want you to win this battle, I already won this war.
You are my prize. And you will forever be embellished in my mind.
Standing tall on the shelf of my heart.
Cherished.