This little lamp

As a million
little lights
perish into oblivion,
a little flame flickers
atop a tiny earthen lamp,
as the soothing fragrance
of camphor,
melts into the air,
as bright marigolds
sewn into garlands,
adorn the deity,
I think of you!
The gentle gaze
of expectant compassion,
the soft fragrance
of hushed whispers,
laughter and the kind touch
of molten desire,
this little flame,
a rare spark
in the heart of existence,
and the all-forgiving embrace of love!
This auspicious hour,
this blessed day,
the sublime joy
of togetherness
and you!