Like the Moon loves the Sun

I wanted to love you like the moon loves the sun.

Not to chase, not to fight,

but to be the place where you could set down your sword—

where your fire could rest—without fear of being extinguished.

To meet you in the space between war and wanting,

where nothing has to be earned, where love is not something to prove—it simply is what we are.

Because the sun must rise, and the moon must wait.

I wanted to love you like the moon loves the sun—

not in need, but in the undeniable pull of fate,

in the way gravity bends for fire.

But, the shadow side of love is always loss, and grief is love's only twin.

I wanted to meet you in the space where gods do not battle and light does not beg to be seen.

I wanted to love you without the weight—

to be the silver that turned us to gold, and the night that always knew you would return.

I wanted to rest in the certainty that whether I waxed or waned, burned or ached, you would not turn away.

I wanted to love you like the moon loves the sun—

not to own, not to take,

but to stand in unwavering devotion,

to reflect your fire without demanding its warmth,

to honor the rhythm of the rising and setting without fear of the dark.

Bathe in your brilliance, draped in shadows. Be the soft glow that whispered, I see you, I hold you, as you are, as you were, as you will be.

To meet you as a goddess in her own right—

a being of cycles, quiet knowing,

needing nothing but a space to soften, and be held, without vanishing into your heart.

I wanted to love you like the moon loves the sun.

to let your fire kiss my frozen heart,

to shine light in the darkest spaces of my soul, where only God has been, without fear of turning to ash.

I wanted to orbit you in reverence,

not in hunger, but as the one who does not flinch when your flames rise higher than the heavens,

even when the rest of the world turns away.

Not to before you, not to battle you,

but to love you the only way I know how—

a silver star, born of night, laced with fire.

I wanted to love you gently, fiercely, and everything in between.

But, I only know how to love completely.

And maybe we were never meant to stay.

Two celestial bodies—destined to burn, bless, bleed, behold, and break open.

Maybe, we were meant to build a kingdom,

woven from the threads of time and stardust, fire and fate—

where stars dance and time holds its breath,

where heaven would kiss the edges of hell,

and even the shadows would bleed silver and gold.

A temple of ash and divinity,

halos dripping with embers tasting of silk wrapped moonlight.

Tenderness and destruction—

where love is both worship and war,

where love is a curse and a blessing.