Labyrinth of Mirrors

My love is a besotted moth
flying deliriously in a labyrinth
of mirrored passages;
my Beloved is the glowing lantern
hidden within its center.

I am a vessel of senses and impulse;
Whenever I run with my love to Her flame,
I find only my own reflection –
for Her light is around every turn
and I burn in the unfound-flame desired.

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