For you my love
I would ******
the silver moon
from the winter sky
and lay it softly at
your delicate feet
to shine its light
upon your face
and capture
the very moment
that my heart
stopped
dead in its tracks
and fell in love

Falling in love with you
was like jumping off a cliff
with no parachute available
to the very last possible moment

but worth every bit of sheer terror...

the mighty stag wanders nightly
fireflies lighting his forest path