maybe I will be the moon
to your ocean
silenty looking after you,
casting my gentle spell.
in the end, love you enough,
to let you go,
as you run towards the sand
to be together forevermore,
but first came to me
to be the tide for you.

let me be the stem
to your rose.
hold you high,
as each and every,
get infactuated by you.
raise you high as you meet
the right set of wings,
of that beautiful butterfly,
that you silently gaze.
my love is enough to lift you up
even if it failed to sweep you,
off your feet.

perhaps the dirt
to your sapling.
keep you secure,
as u twirl around with the wind.
even though, I know,
for you and I, there will never
be a "us".
but dont worry,
I will be warm as the lingering touches
slowly seize,
cause I love you,
I truly did...