This is a poem a friend wrote.. I liked it so I thought (after asking him lol) I would post it  

Love
The very word attracts me
Like a moth to a lamp
But unlike the moth
Whose life will soon end
I will continue on
To enjoy the pleasure masked in pain
Not realizing the destructive force it is
Many will tell me
You will find a special some one
And then you will be happy
But when that happens
I’ll not know
For I am cold
A reptile
And when the heat of the lamp hits
I hide