They say that eyes are windows to the soul
Her eyes, they draw you
Like a moth to the flame
They seem to promise you everything
As though she knows what your soul craves
Passion and desire, they are reflected from her eyes
Yet they are so cold
As though she takes for only her pleasure
You know that you are being used
But in the end just like the moth you can’t resist
You fly too close to the sun and you burn
But what a glorious heat it is

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