Moon-Bug

Let me find you.

I never felt love even for myself to.

Leave me full of love like just before

To my life make see

In this night where silence is our companion, I promise to heaven and beyond—my love is as inevitable as the impending dawn.

One afternoon after our long fight, I noticed the windowpanes adorned with tiny droplets, racing down one by one. I leaned toward you and posed an unusual question: "Have you ever seen the world through a droplet of water?" Your expression revealed surprise at my unconventional query, but your eyes conveyed a silent request for an explanation. I continued, " I want to see the world into a tiny water droplet. It's clear, beautiful, and pure—no filters. And when the water becomes too heavy to bear, all you can do is slide down to a windowpane, leaving your burdens behind, and eventually, gracefully fall to the ground."

I want to feel a love untouched by lust.

Of a love that will never be yours nor never be mine.

A warmth thats feels love

Do not let us down.

Come in your own gentle way

So I can smile now

Forever and now.

Healing voice from you

Forgave me my Lord

The sun waves goodbye, signaling the imminent arrival of dawn. Its gentle light spills through the window, softly caressing your cheeks as you rest. My heart beats with a resounding intensity in your presence. I struggle to suppress the fear of losing the dream we share. In the depths of my heart, an unfathomable apprehension resides. Why is it that with every rising of the moon, I find myself dreading that when I open my eyes, you'll have slipped away? My love for you has been steadfast since the early morning hours, and we danced together at noon. Yet, why does the approaching late afternoon fill me with trepidation? I'm haunted by the thought of you vanishing, like a wisp of smoke. Yet, when you awakened earlier, my love, you remained by my side. The ache lies in our inability to harmonize, my dear. Our tale is destined to conclude, our love's narrative exhausted, like ink in a well. How to wait until sunset, knowing it may bring an end to our story? I yearn to have held you close as the leaves fell, gazing out the window, singing in tune with the waves. Each yesterday carries with it the echoes of joy, etched in my memory.

You never fail to turn my normal day into an unusual mess, and I love every second of it. You always leave me awestruck and terrified; two feelings I never thought could be mixed. I should've listened when you said I couldn't handle you. You know I hate carnival rides, but why do you still put me on these roller coasters of emotions? But you know what is the most terrifying thing you did? When you asked me, "If all the words run out, how can you say you loved me?" Dumbfounded, I chuckled, but your demeanor suggested that if I said something stupid, I'd be in trouble. So I reached for the fruit basket we bought before Christmas and said, "If all the words run out and I can't say 'I Love You,' I will always peel an orange for you"