Watching the fire that night,
I saw the moth fly in,
Getting burned up in the heat,
The attraction drew it in.
Will my attraction to you,
Do the same thing to me,
Will I be drawn in by you,
Just to be burned by your heat?
The moth couldn�t stop,
The flame called to it,
Beckoning, wanting,
The light too hard to resist.
That�s what you are to me,
A beautiful luminosity,
Calling to me from the dark,
Drawing me into your arms.
I don�t want to be hurt,
Please don�t let me get burned,
Like that moth that I saw,
Take its last flight�into love.