You are not just some ordinary flame,
You are the furnace that keeps me warm,
I am not but a simple moth,
That is drawn so irresistibly to your light,
My wings will get scorch,
Yet what are my wings for,
If not to fly towards what makes the heart soar?
Do you have any comprehension of the magic you wield?
The sky may get couldy,
And the nights may hide the light,
But nothing can blind me from the luminous light you emit,
You are both the question and the answer,
The journey and the destination,
The peacefulness I find in you can’t be described,
It can only be felt,
My dear you are my sun,
A glowing testament to all that is pure and everlasting,
For you and not just part of mylife my dear
But you are the life itself,
Every beat of my heart it’s like a love poem to you,
My dear I will be flying to your flames until the universe itself dies.