But if the moon drew near
I would not simply kiss her forehead,
I would hold her close,
Caress her, and let her light illuminate
The depths of my soul.
You are not just a muse,
But a conductor, orchestrating
The symphony within me.
With every word you inspire,
The bleeding stops and beauty emerges.
The meaning of your love eludes me,
But I feel it in every beat of my heart.
When all seems lost, your love prevails,
Guiding me through the darkest of nights.
You are not just a city street,
But a vibrant tapestry of life.
You bloom like a pink petal,
Bringing color to the grayest of skies.
You sing a song that dances
Between dream and memory,
An echo of lilies floating
In a desert devoid of life.
So write me a story,
A tale where tears hold value,
And my voice is heard.
A world where I don't tire,
Wandering among the lifeless.
I didn't fall for your smile or charm,
But for the gentle breeze that caresses me.
Not for your voice or tone,
But for the sparks that ignite my bones.
Every person has a love story,
A moment of revelry amidst nature's beauty.
We all bear our shadows and fears,
Yet hide them behind feathers and tears.
Embrace these thorns and take my hand,
Let us dance together,
To the music of our sorrows and joys.
For in your arms, this pain finds beauty,
And you are the perfect canvas to display it.
In the depths of my soul,
I am unveiled, vulnerable and true.
Yet, the world twists and distorts,
Misunderstanding my intentions.
But I see glimpses of home in your eyes,
An anchor that keeps me grounded.
Do not turn away, for without you,
I am lost in the vastness of space.
Hold me close, bring me back to you,
For everything is dark when you are gone.
©Julian
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