Moondreams

I always thought you were a nice guy. You struck me as intelligent, kind, funny, and understanding. And when we talked, I would close my eyes and let your voice pour all over me like chocolate syrup.

I thought you were too good to be true. No man could really be so sweet, so wise and yet so down-to-earth, and dare I say it, sexy, too. And you loved me?

Ok. Maybe I could accept that. After all, you say yourself, “There’s someone out there for everyone.” Well, perhaps you were out there for me. That could be.

After you wrote that first poem, I learned the truth about you…

You were a magician! That night I dreamt I was the moon, and you hung me in the heavens, to light up the world’s darkness the same way you lit my heart with love.


My response to
dVerse Prosery #2,
which must be 144 words and include the bold line.

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