The Moth
As the moth is drawn to the flame
It is so that I am drawn to you,
As the flickering light entices him
So your eyes draw me too,
He dances to the flickering rhythm
I to your every word,
Ceaselessly beating gossamer wings
As fragile as my pounding heart,
Singed, he keeps to his final dance
Yet burnt, still I dance for you,
And then to death, through fear or flame
Should this be my end too?
Why is the moth drawn to the flame?
So it is that I love you.
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