McAnthony

The full moon brought prayer to my lips

I asked for mine to love and love for me.

How I sighed in doubt as the clouds wrapped up the moon as if to hide it from me.

But it wasn't so

For it had taken my prayer and wrapped it and offered it to the moon in supplication.

Now here you are

A mist solidifying before my very eyes.

Warm

Kind

Sweet

All man

All heart

Offering your hand

Offering your heart 

Asking me to take the leap and fall with you.

How can I say no when you're an answered prayer delivered in a cloudless night 

Allowing me stargaze into your heart.

I'm falling into you.











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