Moonlight Lover

The bad thing

about being a hopeless romantic

is that I paid too much attention

to words and intentions 

and not enough attention

to actions and consequences.

For example,

the Moon can tell me she loves me,

and such a love would be worthless

because, as lovely as moonlight is,

nothing grows in it.

Moonlight often comes in

through the window

and lays with me in the bed

throughout the night,

flattering me with flirts and

teasing me with a future.

But she leaves me in the morning,

going off to be her true self

- nothing -

as far as I'm concerned.