“The Burning”
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.
I
The memories returned
Of her face , her beautiful
face
There in the darkness I
shuddered
I sinned
II
One cannot help desiring her
She who consumes my mind
In every sleeping
And waking hour
III
One cannot help to be drawn
To her whose smiles are like
a flame
Drawing the moth ever closer
To its desire and death all
the same
IV
One cannot help being
enchanted
To her who casts her spell
with every breathe
To her who breathes life and
magic to this world
V
I have heard her voice
I have called her name
I have known her
Played her games
VI
She knows not what she does
Enticing me like that
I do know though that
We are all burned in the end
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