Moths in Love

I gaze upon a candle flame
Blazing brightly in the night.
Around it there are moths a'game,
Floating near in flight.

The moths are either brave or fools;
They singe their wings and then
Come swarming back like fishy schools
And burn themselves again.

The flame to me appears like love;
We people moths all are.
We fly towards it, take a shove,
Then have another spar.