A chance meeting, a heady romance
A risky business, a slow dance
That is all she wanted
That is all he promised
She flitted around
His charms he turned on
She agonized over the consequences
He burnt them into oblivion with his passionate gaze
A few close, clandestine encounters
Oh the brilliance of them all left her dazzled
But she realized the lurking danger
He was after all a stranger
He did not flicker, he did not blink
His intensity and fervor did not let her think
She drew closer as if in a trance
A risky business, a slow dance.
But oh she forgot like Icarus had
Fire was the sun, his wings were wax
Her wings, they crackled in the heat of his flame
She burnt up, she burnt out, she called out his name
Oh a fool she was she never saw through his game
Who does she have, but herself to blame?
Why does a moth get attracted to fire?
Is it how nature planned it
Is it just plain desire
Attraction you would not call this
Them the science people they call it phototaxis
Oh but she wanted it
And he promised it
A chance meeting, a heady romance
A risky business, a slow dance
Silly moths, they’ll never learn
It is almost as if they love to burn
For them this adage would never apply
“Once burned, twice shy”.
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