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 …