A moth to the flame

I promise I will stay away,
I cannot keep that promise.
I am sick without you,
I am drawn to you,
You are my only cure for being sick,
You are my flame and only light.

I see others,
I see them clear,
Clearly I see them truly.
Warm they are and bright they are,
Though they are not her flame.

Her flame burns for me to illuminate the path home,
Her flame burns for me to warm my heart.
I am merely a moth to the flame of Her warmth and love.
I cannot deny it,
It is my nature to be drawn to a flame,
Her flame is the only one that can draw me near.