Witness
The moon has always witnessed me alone...
I walk along a small, dark street,
When a light catches my eye.
I look up to a full, glowing moon
And let out a deep, loving sigh.
Have you ever seen anything so beautiful,
My voice echoes in the night.
I have, a voice replies, I’m lucky that she’s mine,
And her beauty’s just as bright.
A blush begins to spread across my cheeks,
As he slips his hand in mine.
A swell of love blooms within me
And I take it as a sign.
Kiss me, I said suddenly,
Looking in his eyes so blue.
The moon has always witnessed me alone,
I want it to witness me with you.
He smiles and presses his lips to mine
And the rest of my heart becomes his.
He grazes his lips against my ear and says,
My love, I promise you this...
Your heart is safe with me, in mine,
And it has always been.
I’ll never let you stand alone
Beneath the moon again.
About the Creator
Elisa Brooks
Writing about aspects of life that move me...
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