Coffee, a good book, comfortable silence with my moon, absolutely a perfect way to spend a post Christmas Saturday.
Hard to find that moment that two become one. Not just one, but intertwined so tightly one can not find a seam.
My mind is at peace under the moonlight.
I find comfort in her, while my thoughts never stop turning in my mind, she dulls the noise of my tornado so all I hear is heartbeat.
My heart beats for her, aches when she's away, hurts when her rays afflicted by clouds and the storms of life, and I can't feel her light bathe my skin.
I wake and look for you.
I go to rest at night, only after I've let you be the last memory I have.
I love you, my moon, my good girl. β₯οΈπ
My moon....
ββI canβt lose you. Because if I ever did, Iβd have lost my best friend, my soul mate, my smile, my laugh, my everything.ββ
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At night , is when it's magical.
Distance becomes irrelevant.
Time can stand still or we can live a lifetime.
So many times we've made love, walked a beach, sat on the porch and watched the stars.
At night I can hold your hand and not let go, I can say all I need to without barriers.
Live as we desire.
I feel sadness to those that don't remember dreams like these.
In the backdrop of dark inner thoughts, wounded with slivers of hope, I take solace in your aura.
The beating of your heart, drowning out the inner doubt that screams inside me, if they get through I push against your chest harder, for tonight I cling to you.
I don't come to you for redemption. I don't grip you tight out of desire to hold you down.
In this world of darkness and cold, I come to you because it feels right in my soul.
Nothing feels better than the warmth of your touch.
Moon....
My main, my love letter, have other blogs primarily written word. (Taken by my Libra moon, my soul mate, my inspiration, my best friend and my unconditional love ) 43-β-INFP-T
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