Plush Malleability Poem by Kewayne Wadley

My love for you surfaces like that of the moon,
And I, the little man floating around lost in his spaceship,
Whispering words of praise wishing you could hear them clearly,
I cannot hide in the light of your smile,
You kiss the day away, letting me see you once more,
The brightness of your eyes,
Can you see me sailing towards you, am I still hidden from view
In my little spaceship,
With a fuzzy voice, can you hear my I love you's.
Speeding quickly as that of a comet soaring past, no detours wrecklessly soaring about before it collides into nothingness,
I know you can't be waiting on me,
I just know you can't,
It's all too good to be true,
A welcome for change,
Little man reading poetry from a spaceship to a love that surfaces like the moon,
Star crossed lovers within opposite ends of cupid's arrow