The Firefly

Bright, sparkling, twinkling
Your manliness attracts me near,
Bluish gentleness with a smile,
I dance around you with a smear,
Your radiant heat warm yet away a mile,
Like a tikling bird I dance the dance Tinikling.

The awe mind that has blossomed,
Round and round I try to come closer,
You brighten the whole room with light,
Wish that you would never die down like Caesar,
I will be the oil for you to burn bright,
Your liking for me indeed very seasoned.

Yellow the color that I desire,
Untamed lust in me screaming joyously,
The dance of glee rejoicing with pain,
Closer I get to you more I hurt me noiselessly,
This wild seducing dance I know has no gain,
My love kills me yet I dance knowing thou art fire.

Sweet is the tortures of love,
Meek I am without your love dear,
I swain in pain for my dance never attracts,
Unsuccessful is mine love I part with a tear,
Wind plays and bends you towards me, but bitter facts,
I know my day has come to an end as meek as a dove.

Love, I know thee well and your thoughts,
But I can’t throw away this newfound love for you,
Awaiting the first touch and kiss,
I dance around again and again focusing you,
Here I come into your world forcing a kiss,
I dig a grave for myself with your thoughts.

Here I lay peacefully,
In your arms eyeing your bluish eyes,
For I know there is no love but pity in it,
Wishing a joyous dance of glory with thee in my next birth…

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Anonymous said…
Hi dear,

The poem on Firefly was really excellent and interesting. keep it up.

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