he sits,, calm,,at peace ,, in control,he is like a ..........
Flame , buring bright .........
One look ,can subdue , give pleasure ,comfort
and pain.............
She is like the moth , drawn to the flame, afraid
yet unable to resist ,throwing caution to the wind to be
near him................
The wings of the moth , so tender,fragile,and
tattered by the struggles of life,,and singed by him the
Flame..................
She cannot stay away,content to sit at his
feet ,,,no words needed ,,his presence calms her ,,,,,
Spirit .................
The joy when he speaks , fills her heart ,,
her soul .. to overflowing ..as the flames gather around
Her..................
In her minds eye , the flame ,flickers and
dances around her ,, bringing peace as no other can ,
sweet thoughts and dreams ,,she holds close to her
heart ,til the day ,, he bids her closer.. and closer still
Come my pet..............
On that day ,, the sweet flames , will bathe
the tattered wings of the moth ,and she will once again be whole in his love ......
Written by Sheri...........themuse5....NKZ/NCZ
