A woman in love is a candle;
Her love and the candle’s
flame are to burn.
Her pining is the candle’s
burning.
They pine and burn and
exhaust themselves.
A man in love is like a fly;
Both are in flight towards
their targets
Of love and flame, to which
they succumb
By one longing and the other
by falling.
The candle is burnt; so is
the beloved.
The fly is burnt; so is the
lover.
No doubt, the end for them is
mere ash
But their pursuits gave them
enough push.
27.10.2008
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