My dearest Moon mate, oh!
I thought all was lost, our bond drifting sand
Blowing on an early winter breeze,
Dancing down, alighting on the fiercely cresting waves.
I gave him sweet treasure, yes, yes, it’s true ,
The gentle tears and passionate kisses,
The frantic, secret couplings…oh, how I hid it all from you.
He swept me away, pulled me into his world,
And I danced for him night and day.
His love - it lit the heavens!
His desire - serpentine bliss…
I could drown in his intrigue, float in his deception,
No, I never, ever wanted to escape.
My dearest Moon mate, oh!
I thought all was lost…I thought you were gone,
Dead to me, buried in Romanian lust.
Would I deserve it…yes, and you too,
Our walls locked us away, our isolation led to vulnerability,
And I longed to feel the Sun on my face again.
Your cool reflection passionless
When I needed the light…and his love, it lit the sky,
It lit my heart and set it aflame.
Now here we are together, softly glowing,
Waxing, waning…together…still together as the Sun sleeps,
We kiss in the pale light, fingertip caresses soothing my Soul,
The steadfast rhythm welcome shelter from the blazing storms -

Can I love you again?

Will I?