The Dark Love: She is a Hopeless Romantic For the Moon….

This is a fictional poem of a simple and introvert girl, who is deeply and passionately in love with the Moon. Even after knowing and understanding the reality of the Moon, she always fantasizes and hopes for a miracle.

She loves him. She always has, ever since she knows, what love actually means.

She is in love with his dark soul. His beauty and handsomeness have always attracted each soul. For her, it’s his darkness that makes her fall.

Darkness is the cloak, she wears every time for the love of her life. Because for her, his only existence is in the companionship of night.

So much love in her heart for the darkness of the nights, that it almost hurts, to say them goodbye.

She suffers almost every night longing for him, but her love always glows stronger with those longing sighs.

She fantasizes him every night laying behind her, spooning her, protecting her, when she goes to blissful and peaceful slumber.

Dreaming, wishing, longing for his words, for his touch, for his kiss, for his love. Her sufferings are worst, on every 14th night when there is no essence of Moon in life.

No Moon always makes her soul cry. The emptiness of those nights, is almost as bad as a clear bright sunny sky.

Then again, her love is for Moon, not for the darkness of night.

But her passionate worship for Moon makes even the Sun shy. Her love makes even the Sun, to welcome his silhouette: The Moon in day’s light blue sky.

She doesn’t know, if It’s her figment of imagination or materialization of a guy in the stillness of the night. She always feels, the proximity of white, pure light, cocooning her in safe heaven like a husband does his wife.