In shadows' embrace, a moth takes its flight,
Drawn to a flame, its heart's pure delight.
With wings of soft whisper, it dances so near,
Fascination and longing, its essence so clear.
The flame stands aloof, distant and bright,
Igniting a love, burning fervent and white.
Moth's tender desires, like stars in the night,
Chasing the warmth that's forever in sight.
Yet the flame remains distant, untouched by its plea,
A yearning unreciprocated, a symphony's key.
Moth circles in passion, with delicate grace,
But the flame's searing touch, it will never embrace.
Oh, devoted devotion, a bittersweet tale,
Moth's dance with the flame, an eternal travail.
A love unreciprocated, in the depths of the night,
A moth's silent longing, forever in flight.
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Whispers of Two Hands
RomanceIn the enchanting tale of "Whispers of Two Hands," delve into a world of love, mystery, and boundless emotions. Follow the journey of two souls whose hearts tremble with every touch. As they navigate the delicate balance between innocence and passio...
