It is irrational

 I am drawn to her like a moth to the light. 
My flight, a happy silence of my delusional delight.
Night sleep evades me because of her elegant grace
But not towards me for she has discarded me to a forever distant gaze.
My hope is now lost in an eternal dream
I long to speak pour out all of my emotional zeal.
It is irrational like my attachment to her enthralling charm,
A picture in my head, perhaps erroneous if I embraced her fatal hue.

K.Oni