As the blue moon riseth,
The lunar sheen clashes with the path laid before,
For it is the time for lovers’ threads to cross again.
This rare occasion is months in the waiting,
Wishing for the delicate brush of hair against cheek,
Pulsating nerves, rushing with excitement at her sleight of hand.
Simplicity in one’s acceptance of emotion.
However the further you delve into love a balance becomes apparent,
Yin and Yang,
Absolute joy and sorrow,
The vibrant beauty of every moment absorbed by this fixation
Is commonly dashed by the harsh reality of mortality,
The effortless comfort of company with one of such ecstatic chemistry,
To be blown away by fear of allowing yourself to obsess over the consequence of verbal honesty,
What is said in the moment to the one you love more than any other, for the finite time you share the same space,
Will these heavy hearted words spell the beginning of the end?
The prospect of this outcome is only strengthened by obsession,
Lesser the worry, lesser the chance.
Always love with a full heart and your love will forever prosper.