If I send you to the moon
to capture spectacular Earth’s view
where lovers dance under the moonlight,
will you come back to me?
Because I’ll wait
Not only for your confident hands
guarding my heart
but to feel
your warm skin against mine
as we gently sway to the rhythm
If I send you to the moon
where scattered light delights dancers in love,
Will you come back to me?
Because I’ll wait
Not only to look into your tender loving eyes
making me go weak at the knees
but to whisper
honeyed words residing between two souls
If I send you to the moon
as my awkward gait slows the pace,
Will you come back?
Because I’ll wait
Not only to dance under shadows of the moonlight
but to relive our first long kiss
The beginning of our lifetime pleasure
leisurely dancing under the moonlight
If I send you,
will you?
Because I’ll wait.
note: I wanted to title this post, “My Valentine is Not Cliché” in response to Weekly Scribblings. But you might have already guessed the title of this poem, To the Moon… But, there’s a story behind. Ah, but aren’t there always stories behind poems! I hear you say. Well, perhaps, I’ll share the story one day.
