Moth to the Flame

You were alone. You caught my eye. I could not look away.
To my own end, I'm drawn to your face like a moth to the flame.
Perhaps I am not cut out for this, the way we behave.
That night on your steps, your head in your hands, I could not walk away.

Tonight has placed your hand in mine and mine in yours.
So catch my eye, you are on fire and I'm in the flame for good.

I am alone and now these heartstrings are laid in your hand.
To my own end, I'm drawn to your face like a moth to the flame.