Like a moth drawn to your flame,
I fly towards your arms.
The brilliance of your heated eyes,
Blinds me to any harm.
If destruction awaits your fiery embrace,
I would yet rush headlong.
My need for you compels no less,
To deny my fate, quite wrong.
I'll chance the furnace of your desires,
And if I melt within,
Than you were meant to purify,
My steel, from paltry tin.
I'll be no less than yours, complete,
Or be nothing at all.
I'll gladly soar to heights unknown,
No matter how far I fall.

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Copyright 2003

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