On that cloud, I
float, feeling that
marvellous fluff
of cotton candy tickle
my cheek like any
child would remember,
On that cloud I watch
the changing moon
shine swiftly from
night to night, two
faced as always,
staring upon thy
glistening body with
fascination.
On that cloud I
watch thy wings,
swimming in the sky
like any pegasus would
hope, alas,
to me, as I stare upon
you from the Rosen
skies, imperfections
seem nonexistent,
and I dream as any
adolescent would~~
I must, however,
release my bow
and watch your eyes
sparkle with love
towards another.
To love is my job,
to be loved, is my sin.
