Confession

What is fly thinking when it flies to the fire. but it still flies to fulfill its dream

A true confession this is,
from a lonely heart in love.
I saw thy innocent flickering mane
and fell for thy exuberent charm.
Her irreproachable pirouette burns
my soul with thy grace.
The penubrae of thy eyes
enchants my desires.
Thou is the theme of my dreams
ever since i learnt to dream.
Thou art my destiny,
for all my paths leads to thee.
The fire in my soul is burning
brighter than the fire in thy eyes.
I spread my wings and fly for thee
She is the fire and I am the fly.