This was the first oneword I did, the date was 2nd July 2003.

[ghoti_mhic_uait]

Like a candle in the wind, blowing every which way and never knowing how much strength is left. Am I strong enough for you, can I lighten your darkness? Candle in the night, a little light to shine for love, for you, for me, but never enough. Will you be a candle too? Will you? Small fired, burning, brighter, more fire, more fire, more fire, until the end of time. The end of you and the end of me, that's end enough for us. Time, like an ever rolling wind, like thunder, blotting out our small lights, small flame; or love, enough to fill the darkness with bright, orange, red, yellow, love, the heart of the flame will embrace you in soft black.

Poncey, and gothy, but you can tell I wrote it, no?