You are the flame that draws my love
On breathless, mothlike wings;
You are the song that fills the night,
Though only my heart that sings;
Your love’s the water, sweet and pure,
And I’m the mountain springs;
You are the moon and twinkling stars,
The fire that cool night brings.
Dear Love, you are my everything
You’re all my heart’s desire
I am the moth with love singed wing
And you’re my passion’s fire.
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