You are someone truly altruistic 

Someone who gives the darkness in my world

Light.

When the illumination of the world

Is gone.

No matter what

I know you will always grace me 

Grace me with your presence.

When capturing you in my gaze

A sense of affinity

Apprehends any feeling of solitude

I find solace in your presence

It is sincerely an inexplicable experience.

My involvement with you is never a negative

Far from beyond that

I was always hesitant to give you gratitude.

I feel as though this would

Widen your grasp on how I feel about you.

You are truly an enigma.

You’ve shined for many, 

You will continue doing so,

I am filled with gratitude.

I am filled with gratitude that you’ve decided

To come into my world,

Giving me such light,

A sense of clarity.

No one is like you.

You are truly someone of value 

Whether you can recognize it or not.

In my treasures,

You are truly my best piece,

A phenomenal being

Without a doubt.

In my story

You are someone who is impactful,

Someone who shifts everything,

Giving me the opportunity

To become someone’s moon.

I hope this sheds light on my gratitude for you

Continue lighting up people worlds

You’re doing great, moon.

I wish to become like you:

Someone’s moon.

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Your words 

so valuable to me 

infused with your love

like the red flowers of a torch 

it may burn 

it may damage 

it may cause harm 

but i’m unconcerned 

i consider your valuable wordings 

as beautiful as the red autumn leaves 

You —

You yourself are as beautiful as they are.

I love sinking into your capturer of sight,

with only seconds

of your eyes being captured in my sight

looking into them

instantaneously clears all feelings of solitude.

It makes me feel safe.

Happy.

Continuing the endless cycle of love 

and cherishing.

with only your gaze.

i understand such feelings may be temporary 

like the season of autumn

being overtaken by the winter season.

Instead of driving my attention to such reality

my attention is on the trees,

the trees we had during our season,

the trees that hold and know so many.

each leaf a memory,

event,

conversation,

i hold on to them.

i loved every leaf

that fell from each tree

during our season together

and miss when your season was here

with me,

when our leaves fell together.

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