The Moth.





Am i the moth, seduced by your flame, destined to burn out in a blaze,


am i the bee, drawn to your nectar, bound to lose you in the misty winter haze.


Am i the ache, consumed by you, you who embody all that is true.


Am i all of that and more, drawn inexorably to your core,


ignorant that a love such as this existed,



ever before.