Like a Gentle Month to Its Eternal Flame, a poem by Walid Boureghda at Spillwords.com
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Like a Gentle Moth to Its Eternal Flame

Like a Gentle Moth to Its Eternal Flame

written by: Walid Boureghda

 

Like a gentle moth to its eternal flame,
You are the only light that I always claim.
Out of the dark comes the dazzle of your soul.
You and I are two halves that make us whole.
Like a candid charm in a fairy tale,
You convey love and peace that never fail.
Just the way you look at me with your eyes,
Makes me tremble down, much to my surprise.
And everything in you, the way you are,
I just love you here and there, near and far.

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