As the moon
She is as the moon. Beautiful, shining, celestial. A force of intelligence and introspection, of longing and of mystery.
She is the cause of a thousand dreams. She is the silvery glow calming my stormy sea. She waxes and wanes, but never truly leaves. Through darkest night she guides me. Through loneliness she shines downs upon me.
She loves and is loved by all.
She is as the moon. Beautiful, shining, celestial – and forever out of my reach.