English poem
Moth To The Flame
Moth to the flame! Fool that you be, Life's but a game, Love is the same, Better go free!
Moth to the fire! Madness your fate; Burnt of desire, If you expire, Joy comes too late.
Moth to the kiss Bringing you death! "Gladly for this Agonized bliss, With my last breath Will I adore As ne'er before!" Foolish Moth saith.