I, I am the flame, the candle's flame. I, I stand alone, alone in the vast darkness. I am but a candle's flame. Too insignificat to shed its light, too weak to withstand the breeze. Too small to show some warmth. Nevertheless, I am a flame. I am fire. Nevertheless, I burn. I consume. Feed me fuel and taste infernal rage.
You, you are the moth. The extraordinary moth. You, you came from emptiness. From emptiness into my presence. You are but a moth. Easily attracted to the flame and as easily you disappear into the shroud of mystery. Nevertheless, it is your beauty I see, your simplicity. Don't go away, don't leave me. I just want to look at you, much more to know you.
It is not desire I have for you but mere adoration, admiration. I see in you a character full of virtue. But I do not want to meet you, I do not want to greet you. I am not for you, you are not for me. I do not want to find out you are not who I thought you were. Do not fall for me, I too am not who you think I am. Can't you see, all around me are the memories of the bitter past of those who dared. You are no different unless you stay away. I must sadly admit, I shall devour you. In the end, I alone, reamain.
You see me as a great mystery you can't remove from your mind. You see right through me and notice my contradictions. You can't help but ask why. You see a light distinct from the rest and can't believe I can do you harm. My apparent coldness, the stillness of my icy blue soul has hidden the scorching sting you will only feel on contact. You no longer distinguish between curiosity and attraction. Desire. There is nothing I can do for you. Nothing.
For a moment I doubted. For a moment I thought, was I the flame or was I the moth. I was drawn to you. The idea of you slowly crept into the crevices of my thoughts, filling each gap. I hope it's not too late, let not my desires get hold of my self. For deep within me I know I am fire. I know you will only be a victim of a disillusioned heart, and I, I would remain the same.
A mere candle in the vast city of lights. There are a lot brighter lights out there. Much safer lights. Why me? All I wanted was to gaze at you, to know who you really are. Please, don't leave. But if you must, go. And I, I will be here, alone waiting for the right one to come. The fire moth who shall overcome my nature eventually.
Wake up to reality, we are not meant to be. Our ideas of each other are but fantasies. I know you will only hate me for who I am.
