The flame does the moth
With such passion inspire
That the impatient moth
Is Consumed by the fire.
What feeling is this
That seeks this sacrifice
To meet the beloved
The lover pays this price
To love should a lover
Give up every last breath..
The Cost of love
Can it only be paid by death?
And when it cools off
As everything burning must
Are the remains of this ecstasy
No nobler than dust?
1 comment:
that makes me rethink...
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