Entranced by the beauty of the fiery flicker.
Moths to flames drawn to burn, but why?
Mind ensnared and heart beats quicker 
leads the moths to dance and die.

Never understood what was the draw,
how or why such a course was flown.
What formed such a fatal flaw,
the moth's fate already known.

Until the day I met my flame
and found a way to understand,
when her voice called my name
and my skin warmed 'neath her hand.

Drawn unerring to her light
by a force pulling from deep within.
Her smile gave my heart flight
leading me back again and again.

Her laugh, to me a beacon sound
taught what the moths have learned,
other temptations always surround
but for her fire I've always burned.