We’re the same soul in two separate bodies I’m convinced.
The love I hold for her suffocates me but it a good way.
It humbles me.
It’s me and the angelic moon you see. 

How can I play peacekeeper to her heavenly district?
She’s superlunary and i love the way she wears it. 
The moon in the night sky reminds me of her spirit. 


I send my prayers up into the ether and hope she receives all I ask for her life.
Bob Marley’s “Is this love” plays in the back of my mind.

And if she’s the moon I’d love to play the earth, 
but i’d be the caught in her orbit.
The one providing light to her night if she’d let me.
The one playing the harmonic undertone of the melody of her heartstrings.
And i’d be the one that lessens the tidal range of her emotions.
Speeding up my service of her, like pit stops,
 but also loving her in slow motion.
All while learning every crater under her surface that needs to be filled.
but also letting her know the craters are what make her the celestial beauty that she is.

I promise she is the main reason that I know that God lives. 
And i one day hope she would maybe feel the same.
If not i’ll just charge it to the game, and still love her every way. 
She is a glimpse of heaven that I get to experience every damn day. 
and i’m Grateful.