To My Love
My eyes follow Light and I know that they shouldn’t
But they always run away from me,
Attracted like a moth as I am to the brightest point
And it is always her.
Curse my eyes for they cannot see her now,
Hidden as she is by distance and duty.
Curse my words for they do not reach her fast enough;
A moment without her is too long.
My heart yearns for Light from afar
And my patience cannot last when I am away from her.
I wait for the moment we’ll meet again
And this moth can reunite with beauty at any cost.
Curse my ears for being unable to hear her voice,
Melodic as the sound is to hear.
Curse my fingers for not reaching far enough
To hold her hand in mine.