Oh, as the moth doth fly on fickle wings Towards the fiery flame that unfolds, So to do I flock the same as the moth Towards the brightly burning heart that you hold. And as the moth doth warm his weary wings As to bathe in the basking of the light, So to do I soak in a sea of love And rest in your comforting arms of night. And though the moth may knoweth not Why the light of the fragile flame doth glow, I can see the lig...