You can be a shadow if you want to.
A dark shape that flickers like a
candle flame.
A moth burns itself slowly
in the flickering fire.
It did not intend to do so.
It was attracted to the light.
Foolishly it entered the flame
to find its death. It burned
in a brief flash of misunderstanding.
So, you can be a shadow if you want to.
You can bury your emotions
in the darkness of whatever shape
you pretend to be.
It is better to be this way.
For if you became as brilliant
as the light of the sun,
I might find myself attracted to you.
That would be dangerous.
Experience has taught me
that you would burn my devotion
like a moth in a candle flame.
Stay a shadow. That way I can
close my eyes
and imagine you are
not nearby.
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Vive le Quebec libre!