I am the moth
that flutters
perilously close
I choose to perish
in the heat of your flame
than live a life
unwarmed by passion
I am the fly
that surrenders
to your web
Trapped in
your silken strands
I relish the sweet agony
freedom doesn't possess
I am the prey
that walks willingly
into your snare
Death at your hands
liberates me
from the uncertainty
of escape
I am the love
you'll never know
A lifetime spent
in unrequited ardour
fulfils me more
than a union
without desire
© 2013 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
that flutters
perilously close
I choose to perish
in the heat of your flame
than live a life
unwarmed by passion
I am the fly
that surrenders
to your web
Trapped in
your silken strands
I relish the sweet agony
freedom doesn't possess
I am the prey
that walks willingly
into your snare
Death at your hands
liberates me
from the uncertainty
of escape
I am the love
you'll never know
A lifetime spent
in unrequited ardour
fulfils me more
than a union
without desire
© 2013 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
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