Moth in fire

Tired of waiting for
A grand love
And hunkering so much after
My own story

I took
The first chance
That came along
Which happened to be
A half-hearted one

(How was I to know
That you would come along?)

And perhaps
I would have done the same
Even if I knew
That you would come
But it would be many years
Before you did

(Such is the hunger
Of the youth
For experience:)