You are an illuminating anchor of leagues
to infinite number of crashing waves and breaking thunder,
riding the ebb and flows of hunger.
You’re the ghost of royalty imposing love
You are the queen and king combining everything
Intertwining like a ring around the finger of a girl
Bella luna, my beautiful, beautiful moon
How you swoon me like no other.
What a song.
Just packed my little blue book…
everything seems to be changing, but it hasn’t hit me yet.
















