Wanton moon,
deftest angler I've ever seen,
my heart,
thrashes about wildly
caught in your fishing hook.
Pining for you each minute,
I wasn't aware where would
this love lead me in the end.
How blessed I should feel
for having my heart impaled
by love and longing
you tell me sans words
all the while,
What else can I hope
if I am hopelessly in love with this pain?
Keep me always like this,
your favourite minion.