Never was a love quite so fierce <br />As the moth drawn to the fire <br />As dark of the night, the fire did pierce <br />The moth overwhelmed by strange desire <br />Nothing else mattered, naught but flame <br />There was only the light in the gloom <br />For such desire, we have no name <br />For the passion that leads to doom <br />The moth cared for the end of its days <br />It cared only for the fire <br />The moth showed its love in that fiery blaze <br />Embodied the depths of desire <br />It thought not of doom or sorrow <br />It thought only of the firelight <br />It cared not for tomorrow <br />Only for love on that night <br />The moth did sacrifice everything <br />For that fiery brief embrace <br />The fire devoured it, burned it’s wings <br />Of the moth it left no trace <br />Never was a love quite so fierce <br />As the moth drawn to the fire <br />As dark of the night, the fire did pierce <br />The moth doomed by desire<br /><br />Tim Vallie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moth-and-the-fire/
