The Words of Moths

I know that on this book blog I seem to post nothing but poetry but it is all I have to post at the moment. I hope you enjoy this poem and I would love to hear what you think of it.

Night after night
Like a moth sipping on the rays of the moon
My head is filled with recycled words
Recycled emotions
Watching love encapsulated in a line
In a song only just longer than a breath
Like relating a single snapshot 
To everything outside of it
To look at a glass of water
And to say that
In this glass lies the vastest oceans
Do words only give us an impression?
Are there ever enough to describe something
So powerful as the human heart?

I hope you liked this and I would love to hear your opinions.