The Morning Moon
I know you, from the tip of your toes
to the sparkle in your eyes.
And how could I not, when I was the one
who made you up from my mind.
I wanted you to be mine, to belong to each other
to have love that is greater than ever,
to look at your eyes and tell me we will last forever.
Forever.
I compared your eyes to the evening sky,
you told me mine were the morning Sun.
I touched your lips; they tasted of cinnamon,
reminded me of sleepless nights under the morning Moon.
I opened my eyes, a sigh danced on my lips,
knowing that what I want is carved deep behind my fingertips
in the tiniest nerves beneath my skin,
where I am keeping you safe.
Forever.
And never together.
to the sparkle in your eyes.
And how could I not, when I was the one
who made you up from my mind.
I wanted you to be mine, to belong to each other
to have love that is greater than ever,
to look at your eyes and tell me we will last forever.
Forever.
I compared your eyes to the evening sky,
you told me mine were the morning Sun.
I touched your lips; they tasted of cinnamon,
reminded me of sleepless nights under the morning Moon.
I opened my eyes, a sigh danced on my lips,
knowing that what I want is carved deep behind my fingertips
in the tiniest nerves beneath my skin,
where I am keeping you safe.
Forever.
And never together.