I am a moth, attracted to your flame and I know that by touching it- it will only burn me, but I couldn't help but be drawn in by your proclamation of your feelings towards me. How you used to dislike sunflowers as a child, but now that you have seen the way my eyes light up when you pick them just for me- you had a change of heart. Hearts. Yours and mine. The heart pendant that hangs from my neck and lays on my chest. A constant reminder of your fire that burns for me. Always keeping me warm. My wings flutter, aiding your flame. It's you and I.
La mite et la flamme.
a.j.
