I gaze at the moon and feel cold.
My God!
How I love her!
The warmth of the sun on my cheek,
the sun turning life into gold.
Though I can’t see her,
My God!
How I love her!
She’s hot, she’s cold, she’s there then she’s gone. I notice her always, while she carries on.
Does she notice me too? Will she ever know my name? I know she’ll never love me. But Good God, I adore her all the same.
I’ve learned that I love living alone, and that it’s possible to be hopelessly in love without being romantically in love. Thank you all for continuing to read my silly little website! ILYSM💕