Who has never tried protecting a candle's flame, By cupping both hands around its light, Preventing the restless winds from laying claim, Not letting the darkness win the night. The gentle warmth bestowed by flame, Grows distant as the embers climb; What once felt certain does not remain the same, But bends beneath the weight of time. But as conviction meet its test, An uncertainty would grow in this regard One question would not come to rest, What sets a promise and an oath