Monday, 18 November 2013

Drawn To You

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

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