juneta, i carved those certain lines from the poem, only because i cud relate to it. Poems are true to me when those collaborated words excite me, doesnt matter if its lit-ly proufound or not. Memories burn too: like leaves, Like old love letters. Heart burns On its own wick. Ablaze in Desolate inferno, tender is My breast's fire tonight When once again you burn, And flicker in my sight. anyways, here is what i understand of this stanza, Memories burn, does so the heart on its own wick. Ablaze, in lonely and deserted hell. But today, i am calm, when once again you flicker in my sight. --makes sense or not, it is how each individual analyzes the poem.