I can still taste the frigid night, that rested upon my lips
The moon hid beneath the passing clouds, it was dark
Lost was I, yet something inside of me knew where to head
I followed, and I discovered the purest love one can find, a fire did spark
Standing to herself, she doubted her poet to arise from the bitter night
The knott in her troat tigthen as she saw his eyes in the closing distance
Stepping out of his car, he spoke unto her, and she ran into his keep so tight
Finding herself lost of words, she spoke not, but the feeling was so right
The two hearts knew then and there
That forever together they belonged as one
She became his moon, as he her sun
Holding her, he whispered into her soul, see my heart its yours to keep, fair and square
The sun shall never rise the same again
Bright is the moon that lightens the night, its her smile that reigns his heart
Her throne sits warm, for no one could ever replace her dimples in any part
Touch me my love, for without thy touch truly I shall go insane
Categories:
troat, adventure, faithme, moon,
Form: Free verse