Love

 Love
As bright as a full moon on a clear, starlit snowy midnight.
Yet as the same, as dark as behind closed doors.
Waiting,
Only for that one who can fill that void in your chest.
The one who you will only wake up to, once life progresses far enough.
While,
Only life takes too long to get past the years of unrest.
To get past the long nights alone, waiting only to see her the next day.
Only to have to leave her once more again that night.
Only to have her appear in your dreams, wishing it was real.
Love
As sensual as a gentle brush down your spine.
Only to realize that again you were dreaming.
To know that no matter what you do, she will stay by you.
To know that she feels the same, no one else could.
Love.