the sun and the moon [seito x reader poem]

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he sat in the trees

the golden sunlight fell through the leaves and onto his stunning features
he smiled softly in the warmth of the springtime sun,
knowing that the most lovely of days were to arrive

he was like them

he was the soft breeze that tickled your skin
he was the flowers that bloomed with vivid colors,
and the dewey grass in the morning

he was everything and anything

the metallic glow of his hair in the midday sun
the moon that rose from the deep blues and purples
the stars that you wished upon

and he was, in every way, the most beautiful person to exist

"seito?" you speak

he turns to your voice, and his smile is not a smile, but
pearls,
and life
and love.

he does not answer, as there is no need to
with a simple gesture you follow his command, crunching small twigs under your feet as he beams.
you sit down, and he wraps an arm around you
you lean into his shoulder, and he lays his head on yours

he is the moon
you are the sun
and

You Are In Love.

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