The moon and The lake that loved her

There once was a lake,

In love with the moon.

Astonished by her voice.

In love with her melodious tune.

She would sing and shine.

He would dance slowly, making waves.

He would whisper, “Be mine.”

But she could never hear.

The lake would still marvel,

And say, “Thou art most beautiful to me.”

He would stare at the moon and smile,

Even though she couldn’t see.

He sang and danced and loved and dreamed.

She could not know he was there.

His love she left bare.

Though he never gave up, as hard as it seemed.

And one night,

As the moon was gazing softly down,

He whispered to her,

Hoping he would be found.

A whisper, and yet,

An utter of a word,

“I love thee,” he said,

Though still was not heard.

And the lake watched as the moon turned away,

So that the sun could shine, and bring the light of day.

And the lake felt a hurt,

Deep in his depths,

A hurt and a horrible pain,

And so he wept.

He cried,

His tears overflowing.

He cried,

Without the moon knowing,

Without the moon knowing his love for her.

With the lake knowing he would never be heard.

And yet,

That night,

The moon rose.

She gazed with a smile upon the world,

Then it turned to concern.

For she saw the lake,

Crying and hurting.

“What is wrong?” she asked, gentle and caring,

“Has someone done something to thee?”

The lake looked up,

Eyes filled with tears.

“Yes,” he replied,

“That someone was thee; thou did something to me.

Thou opened my heart and my mind and my soul.

Thou gave me something; you’re a sight to behold.

Thou gave me love.

Thou gave me peace.

Although I spoke to thee above,

You never seemed to hear me.”

The moon gazed down upon him, feeling ashamed.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Now what have thou said? What were the words thee spoke?”

The lake looked up at her, smiled, and uttered a word,

“I love thee,” he said,

And this time was heard.

The moon smiled and shone,

Her light divine,

A twinkle in her eye.

“I love thee as well,” she whispered.

She did love him.

And so they were never apart,

Her light reflecting off his waters.

He had stolen her heart.

And so with hearts that were born to mend,

I think we shall call this love story an end.