Burning

Threw myself at love,
Was a moth to her flame;
And I repaired my scorched wings
Just to love once again.
They all warned me that I was insane,
But I never seem to learn.
How do you save somebody convinced that
they should burn?
If I spoke words of water, you would drown.


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