Feeling both the urge to share this and not share this, but here she is.
.
There’s something about her
The way she glows in the darkness
The way I’m drawn to her
The way I smile when I look at her
I’ve dreamt my whole life of touching her
Of knowing what it’s like to learn every last detail of every last inch of her
To feel everything she can offer
She’s called to me ever since I can remember
How could I have ever lost sight of her
When her mere existence reminds me of a home that I can’t actually remember
But that I can I feel
And that I know is where I belong
And her energy
It’s electrifying and energizing
In a beautiful and peaceful way
She holds so much god damn power without even trying
The Moon.
She’s magic.
Me.
Her.
I think
Maybe
Her name actually is
Love.
