poems i write at 2 a.m. and decide to post

nine

what did i ever do to deserve you?

my love, you are nothing but royalty to me.

we are not so different, and yet

i find myself behaving as though 

you are above me.

as if

i am but a lowly existence

while yours shines bright above mine.

you are my moon, 

and if you asked for the sun

i'd find some way to give it to you.

the world for you, lover.