I wish to love you, like the moth for the light, Flickering your fire and ending on its heat. I will shed my soft wings before your might And embrace the grace, melting at your feet. While the seasons refine, again my wings will sprout And then with intense love, I will fly around. Hear my little jingle, Oh! God I devout If many lives given, on your candle I inbound. Eighth Place in Your fave poem 2020 not written for a contest Poetry Contest sponsored by John Hamilton