The Moon and His Lily

I have never known love like the moon and his lily, separated by immeasurable distance but closer than the cells that build their corporeal forms. hearts intertwined tight with akai ito, the way lover's hands intertwine in moments of passion. tied so tightly with silk red string that could cut off circulation but not quite sever their bond. The moon and his lily are one, in the way nations join to form another, the way two halves of an apple, with the hard, bitter core, are forced together as a whole. The moon and his lily are innocent, pure; kind hearts that cannot be tainted by cruel intentions. They follow their paths, parallel but somewhere connected in some cosmic junction. The moon and his lily are friends of mine, always present though physically afar. I will never know love like the moon and his lily; Nothing else catches the focus or their heart's camera eye. to know love like The moon and his lily is a rare treasure preserved under glass.