It wasn’t the full moon I fell for.
Sorry, I didn’t find you most beautiful;
Sorry, your perfect fullness couldn’t pull a gasp from my lips or a beat from my heart.
I liked you more just a day before.
The mystery of an unfinished story;
The anguish of a distant lover;
The joy of a hopeful child;
The innocence of a bride, garbed in white.
You give me the hope of loving you infinitely;
You make me believe in eternity;
A work in progress, making me a mere wanderer amidst all your phases, UNFOLDING.
Poetry by the Brooke 