Remains and residues

I love you...

Not as a match
Flares to life
Burns quickly down
Scorching fingertips
Before being dropped
Skittering away
In a sudden gust

But with the slow intensity
Of the quietly burning candle
That melts and drips
Minute by minute, hour by hour
Reforming itself into
A pool of rippled wax

Even when scraped away
A residue remains