I don’t know the exact moment it happened.
I don’t remember where or even how.
But suddenly the stars were silent,
the sky devoid of everything
except the w h i s p e r of the moon.
So subtle I almost missed it.
It called out to my weary heart
trapped my unsuspecting gaze,
and in the midnight my soul soared
helplessly towards the only light.
Only to find
I had been looking into your eyes
the entire time.
"...on a mote of dust supended on a sunbeam" - c.sagan 
Beautifully well written!☺️♥️
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Megan! Thank you for reading and for your kind feedback!
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Love this !
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Thank you so much!
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I don’t know V, I like romanticizing the moon too. I love how you go from descriptive metaphorical prose poetry and then get to the point of the romantic part of his/her eyes.♥️
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