Harrumph! What if you can claim both?
To kiss the stars of heaven would not be
so sweet as the taste of dew from your lips,
sister Luna, my perfect opposite;
You complete the circle that is my soul
and cause my spirit to dance with the gods,
and though apart, I cannot bring myself
to cry, for the air we breathe is the same,
and with each breath I take a part of you
inside me, and give a part of my soul
to you, and so, we are touching always,
and when we move, we are moving as one,
and that, my love, I cannot cry about.
Remember, this simple exchange of breath
is our lover's kiss, our eternal bond.
Boo ya! Check out that iambic pentameter, and the sonnet form....cav currently works on a 4-verse song in haiku to celebrate his brother's wedding this month to his lovely Japanese bride....did I mention I cook too?