Will love live or die?

I get glimpses of who you are

Makes me want, to return from afar

Your soul seems suffused in light

Like a moth to a flame, it seems so right
Your warmth and sweetness

Becomes my weakness

Drunk on the your nectar

Like a bee, I am a collector
The intenseness of our communication

Has made a scintillating combination

The sound of your laugh, seems like fate

Arouses me, a cicada calling for a mate
An entomologist of feelings

Love-lust unreeling