There are things no eyes can see,
yet they consume the most of me.
Lleno de luz,
my soul, my muse
You are the flame
the night once knew,
and I the moth
that flies to you.
I know too well
what fire can do
it kisses once,
then burns straight through.
Yet love they say,
must dare the spark
what is a flame
without the dark?
An unseen pull,
a silent plea,
a force that draws
you close to me.
So if my burning
pleases you,
tell me my love,
what must I do?
Shall I lose wings
to prove my heart,
or burn whole
just to be yours?
Written by Ee Shuen
