As the years go on, and the beauty fades
They are arm in arm, like nothing has changed
And as he hovers close, I can hear what she says
She says - just as sweetly as the very first day...
 
 "Paint me with your love 
  make me shiny and new
  give me all your colours
  it's what I dream of
  I'll be painted, sated
  in layers of love."

And as he hears her words, I can see he smiles
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Maybe light was once kind
To the baby moth.
Perhaps, it never fully learned
How it had changed
Into the enemy.
Is this why it must return again?
Flap its fragile wings, 
Once more, against the pain,
Saying, 
Even until the very last time,

                  “Be as you were”

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