I’m sorry I’ve turned quiet,
I don’t know what to say.
It’s funny how I write so well,
But with you, it goes astray.
It’s not that I love you less,
If anything, it’s more.
You have no idea,
How much, you, I adore.
We offered our hearts
To one another’s care.
But we weren’t ready yet,
So time has cause some wear.
We’ve struggled and we’ve cried,
Together and apart.
But you, I’ve always kept,
Close, beside my heart.
I can never tell you this,
It’s no longer what you need.
Once I held you closely,
Now you fly away, freed.
It’s not that we don’t love,
It’s that we can’t forget.
Without the knowledge of ourselves,
We just can’t, not yet.
So I’ll write this here,
Where you’ll probably never look.
For the love and care I have for you,
Would fill every book.
So if I feel distant,
Please understand,
I’d run two thousand miles
Just to be there, to hold your hand.
Moonlit Poetry 