Like a beacon,
He drew me to him.
Nothing could deter me.
No sight nor obtuse whim.
My soul hastened to know
this man who shined on me.
My heart was ignited then.
The stoke of my destiny.
I knew I had to be his,
His charm was his persona...
a great gift to humanity
was he, I could feel his aura.
I stood in his light
welcomed as his one,
knowing I was his Moon Maid
He my Shining Sun.
I never questioned this union,
Our lights blended to a glow.
He bathed me in his love light
His Fire was all I wanted to know.