Saturday, September 27, 2008
As like the moth to its flame,
beauty burns brightest when seen through loves light.
Both as fragile as the objects of their affection
that the candle burns brighter when caressed by a careless wind. Mayhap the light of her love be extinguished,
wherefore she will never know the one truly beholden
- Of her heart.
© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008