All hail, the beauty I see,
It’s there for the world, not just me.
You lie hidden in plain sight,
But couldn’t ever hide, try as you might.
You’re like a star, glinting in the sky,
Driving me to concoct a way to fly.
To fly to you, to stake my claim,
Like a moth to the burning flame.
But the flames not fire, it doesn’t burn,
The flames not fire, it can’t be spurned.
The flame you hold bursts from your core,
You’re the flame I desire, that I adore.