Moths

From darkened woods on fragile wings they came
The light had drawn them from some distant glade.
Three seekers danced around a candle flame.
Their shadows on the tabletop a-tremble,
One asked: What is it? One whispered: I'm afraid.
One said: Remember. And again, Remember.

They left dust and ash upon the table.
Sweet smoke had stained the wall above.
Would you know the meaning of this fable?
The word the smoke had writ was: Love.