Perhaps you do, perhaps you don’t. Maybe you have been burned so many times that the flame inside you is barely a flicker now. Let me be your kerosene and we shall burn together.
Not as the sun burns…No. Burn with me as the moon does each night whether the stars are there to witness its beauty or not. Burn with me not as the sun which can cause injury. But as the moon in its infinite beauty and mystery.
The moon is so freeing and soothing. It’s warm but cool glow casting shadows and revealing the parts we keep hidden during the long, weary days. Even the stars cannot compare despite their numbers.
Show me that like the moon no other can compare to you. No star or person on earth can touch what you could be to me. Could you be mine? More importantly do you wish it were so?