Forever Illuminated

I control the current,

but you control my switch—

Keeping me lit or leaving me dim.

I have always been a lamp,

just a simple bulb and plastic.

But I suppose my light caught your eye.

I've lived trying to be the blazing sun—

But blew a fuze

which you graciously repaired.

You never wanted the sun,

because you needed a lamp for your bedside table.

So I am halted for your arrival.

Waiting for my chance to give you that fraction of light 

you so desperately need.