I asked her if I could find Love, By holding her in my hands. She shyly whispered yes And I nestled her glowing beams Into my faded denim pocket. I wanted to carry her- Hold her- Love her- Like she has done for me.
I prayed to her every night, Wishing to find the secrets That only her craters knew. I begged every morning for her seas To teach me the meaning of love. But day by day, I noticed her enticing light fading, Her small smile slowly relaxing Into a sad cupid’s bow.
I asked the moon if there was anything I could do to make her feel love again. She told me how she longed, To settle once again above the sea Where the stars would stop by for a cup of tea, And the sun would laugh with her sometimes During a game of hide and seek.
So I took her to the nearest ocean And I asked if she was happy. She looked away and told me She wanted to return home. I sighed, knowing that the moon was needed, By other people and not just me. But the moon had yet to teach me of love.
I realized though, As soon as she returned To the familiar river of stars, That she had, indeed, taught me of love. Love is unselfish and Love is knowing when to let someone go So their true happiness Can be achieved.
Love is like the moon- Shining on everyone With every ounce of passion Her body can muster, To simply see a smile On a fellow wanderer’s face.