A full moon’s blossom.
A soul’s cry.
Intertwining passions as our atoms collide.
Two souls but maybe one mind.
Shared sentiments for a lifetime.
When is ever the right time?
Leave the darker days behind.
Send all these prayers to the skies.
How was I blessed enough to find a love so divine across 8 billion lifelines?
I’d phone a friend just to sing praises of how stunning your full moon is. 
The other phases never phased me.
We go together like turkey and gravy.
You leave a taste sweet and savory.
Every flavour of you saves me.