The Series 89 Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

what say you gentle moon, can this be it
your crescent glow through the night has made
this all too surreal, all too perfect
what say you tender wind, can this be it
your momentary caress's has taken my breath away
softly so, wonderfully felt
what say you dear night, can this be it
below your faithful constellations
this emotion, this freefall
what say you heart, can this be it
your rapid beats and still second pauses has me
lost, confused and worried and remarkably happy
what say you fate, can this be it
can your sister destiny bless me with her, she who sits quietly
next to me, we have become one and I have found the one
what say you, I remain tickled by this love, this heavenly drop
into forever...