You were the moon, so imperfect, yet you left me astonished at how quick and easy it was to fall in love with you.
I was the river, a ripple away from a raging storm, yet you turned me into a calm catastrophe in the form of enormous waves of transparent emotions.
You were my moon, You shone your light on me, drawing the illusion of how perfect diamonds dressed my soul, to show the world that no matter how disastrous my presence could be, I was gorgeous.
I was your river, I reflected your shadow at night to show the world how flawed you were yet so impeccably and tragically an unvaried masterpiece.
We were moon river, an idea of charm.
We were moon river, a huckleberry of love.
We were moon river, a
dream away from heartbreak.
We were moon river, crossing each other at dawn.
