I'd Gift the Moon to You

My desire is to savor the taste of your sweet lips and wake the flame of passion asleep in your heart. I'd brush the contours of your face with my fingertips then paint your beauty from memory as a work of art. If I could I would fetch you the moon on a spoon, and a drink made of honey that I collected from bees. To make you smile, a romantic tune I would croon, and profess my love for you while down on my knees. I would cradle you affectionately in my arms at night and then languidly sigh while breathing in your scent. I'd compare you to the wonders of celestial starlight. With such burnished love, I would be placidly content. I'd write sonnets for you to reveal what's in my soul, capture the moon for you and leave it at your door. I'd wrap it in stardust and tie it with ribbons of gold, solemnly vowing my heart to be yours, forever more.