Like A Moth To A Flame
Fool's play
In the dance of shadows, like a moth to a flame,
I find solace in your arms, a recurrent, untamed game.
This yearning, a silent battle, fought each passing day,
Yet, I embrace its folly, savouring it in every way.
Perhaps it’s delusion, a risk I willingly take,
Ensnared in your grasp, a chance I’m willing to make.
Wired deep in my heart, entwined in my mind’s maze,
Your hold, unyielding, refuses to wane or erase.
A connection so profound, it verges on the insane,
Your pull, an inexplicable, magnetic chain.
Much like tides entranced by the moon’s sweet song,
I’m spellbound by your whispers, captivated all along.
Foolish, they may call me, lost in this fleeting day,
Yet, your playful eyes, cheeky smile, lead my heart’s ballet.
A jest, perhaps, but oh, what if you were to stray?
To lose your essence, as you move further away.
In this dance, a fool willingly, for just one day,
To be yours entirely, as my heart would sway.
A moth to a flame, an unwilling follower in the play,
I embrace folly, I embrace love, if only for some and a day.
In the realm of fools, let me linger and stay,
Ah, to be your fool, just for a day, I’ll gladly pay.
