Another love poem

I was addicted to a fantasy of lost love,

of loving something which never was.

I desire the motion of loving slow, Maybe, I loved the trials of letting go.

My dream of love comes calmly,

With a voice used steadily.

Our love, dances on moonshine, under a clear midnight sky.

It embraces the the darkness, and allows ourselves room to shine.

Our kisses turn all the tomorrows into days without sorrow,

And all the dreams we have, will turn into something remarkable.

The way we will love,

Will be a dream come true.

As the way you see me,

Is the way I see you.

Our hearts will intertwine,

And the rhythm of yours

Will become the rhythm of mine.