Goodbye

I love how the moonlight looks upon you as you silently sigh.

Your heavenly bliss is respondent with my soul and it becomes Springtime in Winter and I begin to love you more and more.

Kiss me harder and the moonlight becomes more apparent and more beautiful than the stars and constellations itself.

Happy Birthday my love; happy holidays for every time we say goodbye.

However nearby you are; you are miles away and I cannot

Stop

Loving

You.