The silver moon that lurks over her enchanting shadow
The calm of bewilderment when she breathes
It is hopless to love something so pure and wise
It is unrealistic to let someone have so much of you
To lust her shen she moves
To want her when she cries
To need her when she's sad
To love her when she lies
To be so blind to something so awaited
To long for something you've always know you could never have.
What to do when it's all in front of you but you don't know what to do?