He is the sun to my moon, though he seems to hold more power over me than any celestial body
His name means the world to me now, & feelings that previously were nameless
Feelings that poets have tried to capture, to cultivate, curate, across bygone ages, timeless
He is a rare flower I had never seen before, one that I didn't immediately notice
But once I did, I stopped immediately to admire & cherish
I could never stop wanting to pot it, to pluck it from its wilderness home to be part of my own
I waited long to find him, decided I'd wait long to have him, whilst I longed for him across the long distance, across space & time
He is bliss & agony all at once, & I'm so afraid to lose something that isn't mine
Something that never will be
