Alike the wingèd I followed the wise
but
you drew me like a moth to your flame.
Your laughter was enchanting, I surmise
The twinkle of your eyes the same.

You possess a rare internal spark
Seducing me into either the light or the dark.
It's heat both soothes me and makes me light
And the dazzling rejects all shadows that fright.
At times I am burned by your heat
Other times my wax is solidified, head to feet.

Hanging with beating wings is my decision
Curiously waiting for our impending collision.

But whether we end paralysed or entwined,
A better Icarus you'll never find.