Eternal Love
The Most Suspicious of Muffins
She was the moon,
And I a dwindling star,
Unnoticed among the brilliant galaxies around me.
She was the sun,
And I a fragile boy with makeshift wings,
Wings that melted under her brilliance.
My love is an eclipse of moths,
Inferior, colorless creatures,
Burring desperately toward her light.
She was an ethereal goddess,
And I a mangy creature,
Who had never loved before her.
I could never have her.
She was forever beyond my grasp,
She was the sun,
The moon,
A goddess,
Who made me feel so wonderful,
Who made me hurt so beautifully.
And I a dwindling star,
Unnoticed among the brilliant galaxies around me.
She was the sun,
And I a fragile boy with makeshift wings,
Wings that melted under her brilliance.
My love is an eclipse of moths,
Inferior, colorless creatures,
Burring desperately toward her light.
She was an ethereal goddess,
And I a mangy creature,
Who had never loved before her.
I could never have her.
She was forever beyond my grasp,
She was the sun,
The moon,
A goddess,
Who made me feel so wonderful,
Who made me hurt so beautifully.