The Moth

See the moth, as it flitters closer to the flame
Guided by the heat, and the light
Even though death awaits it
It doesn’t care
It is a moth

See the boy, as he flitters closer to your heart
Guided by the heat, and the light
Even though pain awaits him
He doesn’t care
He is in love

See the girl, as she guards her heart
Harmed by the past, of events
Even though loneliness awaits her
She does care
But she is afraid