The candle was sitting on the table so peacefully. It really makes one wonder why we light candles, only to ruin the beauty of them, even though their sole purpose is to hold a flame. Sparks fly from the lighter with my first two attempts of striking it. I soon get a flame going that warms the tip of my finger. I tilt the candle to light it in a way that will not scatter the gold flakes resting on its surface or break the delicate rose design that had been so carefully carved into the wax. Once the candle is lit I am forced to watch these intricate patterns melt away and be replaced with the sweet scent of eucalyptus. I lay down, resting my eyes as the candle has already served its aesthetic purpose and will now awe me with its aroma.