Catching feelings; like stars in the sky…they take me so high.
the Moon bows her head, acknowledges what is said in her presence.
The essence of love, pure like a white dove.
I see what can become of something so beautiful, in love, I am once again
an innocent and youthful observer. Watching as it unfolds, like the petals
of a flower, or a butterfly’s wings. Singing notes of sweetness, captured in
my throat, whom do I love the most? The one who sees me, past the view
that everyone sees…do you really know me? If you desire to, to me, that is
a most admirable quality. Keep searching past my brown eyes, I promise
you will find what you see in yourself; reflection.