A Moth, am I.
A moth, am I
And you, my flame.
Destroy me, you might,
But I'll be to blame.
Drawn to you
This lovely vision.
To touch your warmth
As I've long invisioned.
Burned once, I have been
By your sweet kiss,
Shall I never learn?
You, I must resist.
I feel my need for you tug tightly
To place myself within your arms
How conflicted am I
Will I give myself to your charms?
Is my will strong enough
To flee from your fatal kiss?
I feel defeat at your stare.
So give to me, your firey Bliss.
Just one last time.
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