As the moon shines I see nothing,
No lights, no people, only darkness.
I wonder if I have become blind,
With eyes wide I stare.
I wish for light, but receive only shadows,
They tower over me and I fear,
Why has this happened? Is this a dream?
Nothing has ever terrified me more.

Through quaint eyes appears a figure,
Luminous
Have I awoken? Or is this still a dream?
I become frigid, stiffened with distress.

Alas, the sight becomes clearer,
Wider still my eyes unseal,
It is magnificent, beautiful, and breath-taking.
The sight is you.

With every star in the Night’s sky,
I need only wish upon one.
With every passing minute,
It is yet to be done.

With every breath I seize,
I patiently wait.
With every ounce of blood,
I anticipate that date.

Will it ever come?
Will I ever see it?
Will you receive my one wish?
Will you grant it?

As time passes and we grow old,
Not many have what we do.
With every fibre of my heart,
I’m thankful that I have you.

Like a flower, my love for you grows.
It blossoms into something beautiful,
Only to wither away in the Autumn twilight.
Why?

Is it because it is not pure, or true?
No, it is because I cannot contain it.
It out grows even my own expectations,
Unfortunately like weeds.

It is because I cannot stand to be hurt.
My emotions are more fragile than my bones,
Easily broken and shattered with only one word.
I find it so difficult to love.