Never knew that the person I love the most,
Would be in the same room as me.
And at this full phase of the moon did she realize that she beams and glows just like the moon
Which arises my curiosity with the moon.
But who knew knew that she,
Would resemble the moon itself.
She thinks that she is hidden
But she is exposed.
Folks stare at her with admiration and anticpation for answers.
Every night there is a new look.
Her curiousity is growing like weeds,
She trims when needed but never does she pull from the roots.
Who knew that I would fall so deeply in love with her,
That it scares me.
I'll get a crook in my neck for looking up to much
I can't help it.
I used to glance up and not acknowledge the magical wonders that she holds.
I need to live out my dying days making sure that she is growing
Growing into her full potential.
She is the moons child
I am with her everyday.
It surprises me that she has a galaxy growing inside her.
There is no need for a God
Becuase she has all the capability to fullfill her purpose inside her.
I asked her: If she can keep things hidden until the universe can accept us
She explained to me, she will keep things hidden but soon things will be exposed but all will remain unknown.
I am trembling
She is breathtaking
The power she exudes
And yet she remains whole, humble, and complete
I need her to consume my mentality
She is my inspiration to be.
Because when she appears, she destroys me like a natural disaster
But recovers me like a rainbow after a storm.
This woman is what I want to be.
It comes to my attention and wakes me like a night terror
That this woman I consider to be a goddess: