He sat under the stare of the full moon and counted the stars one by one and painted on each a wish for the name of the girl he knew he wanted to be brave enough to love and he folded his dreams into the wings of a raven and sewed them to his heart and set it free to chase and write an always and forever fairytale of how she smiled and laughed and made magic out ordinary things like the paper wrapper of a straw and he watched his heart as it flew up and up and up and circled the wide eyed moon and then fall back down to earth burning through the stratosphere in the secret colors only known to the maker of the poison found on the tip of Cupids arrows and he smiled a weak smile and held back a tear of joy and grief entwined and he hated himself momentarily for letting himself fall so suddenly and so quickly and then he remembered when he first saw her it felt as though all of his unanswered prayers of love danced within the blue eternity of her eyes and in that instance he was already being pulled into the dream of a perfect love only found in the deepest truth of the heart of madness and he quickly shyed away because that was his nature but to no avail for fate did cross there paths again and now he had only himself to blame for praying for such a love one last time in his life and she was the answer to those prayers made of human flaws and imperfections and she carried the beauty of all the countless stars  in her kind and gentle grace and the sweet perfume  of nirvana was weaved into the strands and colors of her hair and she was everything that could make his life beautiful and his death comfortable and if he could only give her the same he would but he feared he was tied and bound to be the tragedy of the tale his heart was chasing and writing as it soared up and burned down over and over again under the full stare of the moon and it would be worth the heartache and broken pieces if just for a little while he could make her smile and laugh and watch her make magic out of ordinary things like his foolish dreams