How I wish for
the moon’s embrace
in the nightly skies,
admiring and kissing
its radiant face
and silver shiny skin;

How I long for
it to draw near
fulfilling my heart’s
greatest desire
without pulling us apart;

How I want for
the gravitational pull
of fate, to bring us closer
and make our fate
converged together;

Sadly, reality holds
you from my graps,
and like distant galaxies
We shall remain,
To avoid tidal fluctuations

In distant allure, I am content
with distant love that laments.