Foolishly Enticed

Foolishly Enticed Whereas your plot did draw me in, yes you, but perhaps not you alone. That inviting open widow that I was pulled through wore sparkling glass with heart’s desired worded sash. Whereas that I, now too late, do clearly see that it was I who became a foolish moth. Drawn toward an open window my heart did wished to see with a porch light that wasn’t lit for me. Therefore I share pain’s lesson, reclaim my heart, and learn from this. Cocooning, again, until a new porch light is lit. Open windowed wary... as not all panes wear true love’s tint. © All Rights Reserved 11/4/14