Like a moth attracted to a flame you drew me ever closer.

Caught in your light, the flame fanned by your breath

shone through my very soul.  Yet our love

like the moth simply died. And you held me in your hand

like a candle of remembrance in a hall of fame,

a trophy of my undying love;  a symbol of your strength;

a reminder of my existence.

.... Then Phwooosh.. You blew out the flame.