Frankly, My Dear, So Do I! Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A moth, you know the ones that come
with messages, some great some glum
had just arrived in dark of night
just visible in starry light.
The message was from far away
that she adores me, well, I say!
The feeling is a mutual one
so you can see life can be fun
at times when human beings stun
a friend or even just a soul
without an active local role
by pouring a manuka-sweet
for someone you have yet to meet.
I thank you, maiden of such class
would you still like me as an ass?