Moonlit late night
clear mind and insights,
realizations had.
As I ponder on my love for her
lost in the wonder of being her lover
I understand what she means to me
I realize what I want to be
Not an "object" of her affection
No, not an uncontrollable obsession
but a nice cool refreshment
for her being.
Ideally she'll come, dip into me
I'll engage and wash away
all her misfortunes and worries.
Not being stagnant like a pond,
but more like a river that continues to flow on
washing over her
with new experiences.
A catalyst for her greatest
keeping her vibration high
and her spirit weightless.
Evolving and growing,
not controlling,
but easygoing.
Ultimately I want to be
myself and uphold honesty.
Continue to adore her geometry,
and impress her with my poetry.