When we were young, I thought you hung the moon.
You cast your pleasures through my open heart
And lit my darkness. Then you moved away,
And my world lost its music. All I'd known
Drifted off like ashes, and the moon shone
Madly, as if there were no truth by day.
And now all I can do is wait for the day
I see you again.
Shandee Lingard Copywrite 2008

I wrote this poem for my First love, Justin. We've been best friends since Kindergarten. Last year he moved up north. I hardly get to talk to him anymore. He's supposed to come visit me soon.

I love it!!! Very sweet and romantic.

Thanks Shane!

It's a completly diffrent sound than most of my usual poems.