to Her on Her birthday

I am the moth you are the flame...

You burn my wings but I am to blame.

I can't give up, it's the thrill of the chase...

I lose again, as tears stroll down my face.

Why do I even try, when I know I can't win...?

I know that I should give up, deep, down within.

What I feel is deeper than lust, but not quite love...

It's an ever-burning sensation that I just cannot shove.

It's like that defender you just can't shake...

I keep trying to let you go, but I fear my heart will break.

Sometimes I wish that my feelings weren't so strong...

My heart feels so sure, but my brain knows it's wrong.

I guess "we" just wasn't meant to be...

I guess you understand that, better than me.

My quest for your heart is a race with no finish...

Every mile I chase after yours I feel my own diminish.

Maybe I'll win and we'll get together someday...

Please, who am I kidding, oh well, happy birthday.