I loved you,
unconditionally
just like a moth
wanders aimlessly towards the light.
Impetuously oblivious
of the fatal ramifications;
imprudently valiant,
yet naive.
I had no inkling
that I'm treading along the same path
of inevitable doom.
‘Twas when the dark spark
from the distant shore of doom
arrived,
I suddenly realised
the truth I was
desperately absconding from,
that sometimes,
love could be fatal
but, alas!
By the time I cognized
It was too late,
and I had already
suffered the same fate.