To My Love
We gazed at the skies together,
Showered in the beauty of the lonely moon.
It is impossible not to fall in love.
I wondered what the taste of love is,
The strong desire, which is addicting,
Or the bitterness of falling for someone.
What hope is there for a sweet love story?
In one which bloomed in a field of roses,
Of people touched by a love so pure.
Love knows no gender, number, nor boundaries,
It is what my heart will only know,
To finally call someone, "My Love".