hands lightly stroking his back
I would give up the world for that
What would have been if we hadn’t met?
I am a moth flying to his raging flame
only to get burnt over and over again
I’ll fly to him every time without a shame
Don’t you know there’s pleasure in pain?
In the midst of the unbearable chaos, he stood
Through the whirling darkness, the only good
Oh how I crave so deeply for his presence
Even if it means to just sit with him in silence