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
When captured in loves net
Will emotions grow and thrive yet?
Finding characteristics of my soul mate
Are we destined to flirt, spoon and separate?
Sparking colour like a fire fly
Will love live or die?