Like A Moth To A Flame

A moth was in love 

With a flame so divine

Drawn to flame's glory 

Or drawn to it's own fate

Everyday moth would wander in search of it's love

And every night it sat around flame watching it shed tears 

Moth knew flame can't be his 

And he can't be of flame

But then we are drawn to things 

That we can never have

Moth wanted to kiss the fire that meant his end by all means 

But love was all but wait for them 

And so it happened 

One day moth flew into the fire

And fire gulped in red flames of tears 

Moth gave up his life for one kiss 

Fire cried that night till there was nothing but smoke

Lingering around even though the writhing flame was dead

This was a love story of a moth and a flame

Love is not for faint hearts 

But for brave and daring souls 

Cause true love is hard to come by 

And if it does, be willing to sail through the storm

Even if it means to drown in the wrecking storm.. 

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Written for Poetry Jam!