And so she has me in her thrall again

And so she has me in her thrall again
The river, it flows
The cool breeze, it blows
The lamps, they flicker and glow
She’s like the moon
Playing games with my heart
Shine brighter, dude, turn up the wattage
It’s the night & I need you to work for me
Why is it that the moon is the backdrop for romantic interludes
When the sun is the setting for a blazing death
Why is it that a spark aspires to be kindled
When the fire it grows into desires to be doused