We'll Become One

Sitting by the tree on this solemn night.
Quiet and relaxed with no moon in sight.
Cold and empty with only a shadow to call my own,
Watching a candle dance alone.
But the candle comes close as my senses go numb.
A soft kiss on my brow and your soft arms.
As our shadows become one
And at the end of that night,
Two flames became one in plain sight.