Aug 2014
his candle light flickered
in the dark room
whereupon it drew
a beautiful moth into it's loom
they had a rendezvous
that did beguile and bewitch
as magnetism
plied in each love stitch
in the dark room
whereupon it drew
a beautiful moth into it's loom
they had a rendezvous
that did beguile and bewitch
as magnetism
plied in each love stitch
Written by
Elizabeth Squires
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