In the darkness…
a swift sound…
a scratch and a hiss…
and a slight whoosh…
as the match bursts into a flame.
The wick catches and slowly steadies the light…
as gently…
warmly…
gracefully…
the dance begins.
Memories…coming to life…in shades of yellow…orange…red…and blue…stain shadows on the walls.
Swaying from side to side…the wick tells the story of life…the flames cast light on the love that was…and lost…but will always be.
Years will pass…some filled with hopes and dreams…others dragging with despair…and life will go on.
But every year…an immortal boy who never got to be a man…will live in a dancing fire…and warm hearts all over the world…with his everlasting glow.
Colloquially Speaking 
And he lives in your words.
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