Classic Poem

I'm very fond of candles
With their quaint coquettish way,
But alas! I wooed too often,
And now my life's to pay.

They knew I was important
When they decked the Christmas tree,
Yes, they hung me on the tip-top
For all the world to see.

But, alas! A lady candle
Has come with me to the top,
And I'm melting with affection,
I'm dying drop by drop.