Like a moth drawn to fatal flames
I, zombie-like am drawn to you.
Held under you spell
I can’t resist that trait
Which in you shines.
Faintly, I see the lucid strings
That one by one entrap me.
Ere long your deadly web entangles me.
Lured by the promise of a fast fading fantasy
I dare to feel the burning passion
That soon consumes me.
The flame that I beheld in you,
It burned me.
Now, in vain for you I wait.
At night I think I see your spark,
Wide-eyed I follow,
Only to find it’s not for me it shines,
It never was.