Sitting in the candlelight
Watching how it glows bright
How the wind blows right
And shifts the way it throws light
Showing how you can’t trust
Anything that comes from dust
It all is a form of lust
Using all and leaving rust.
It gives you sight and gives warmth
Wraps you up in its arms
Flatters you with its charms
Promises to do no harm
It flickers just before it goes
It wavers with the light it throws
You deny what it clearly shows
Ashamed of what you already know
You give your all; gladly fight
For everything you believe is right
Betrayed by those you gave your life
All played out in candlelight
OneFourZeroPM 
I agree. It gives off a romantic or comforting allure that when illuminated fully, shows everything and you might not like that environment. Being fooled by that candlelight to me is harder because everything was in the guise of that seductive light.
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I like the way you phrased this. We are seduced into believing what we ordinarily would not when we are blinded or entranced by the flickering flame. Oh, how it burns when the truth is illuminated!! I agree it is hard to overcome this type of deception for many reasons.
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