To My Love

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".