Rain used to be
My favorite at midnight
Now it’s just you
And a thousand hugs and kisses
Under a cherry moon
I never grow tired of repeating:
I love you; I love you; I love you
https://insanitymisunderstood.com
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Poet and Artist ✫ Jay Mora-Shihadeh
"To be loved and love at the highest count, means to lose all the things I can't live without. Let it be known that I will choose to lose, it's a sacrifice, but I can't live a lie" -Adele-
Creativity meeting intrinsic memories
Benjamin Grossman 
That’s very princely of you 🤗🙌
Okay. Thanks for saying so.
Wonderfully penned by you
Thanks you so much for commenting and reading.
Finally the mystery is solved, this was a nice way of presenting your poem, well done man. As always the poem is well written 🙌
Thanks. Just trying something a little different. Glad it really resonated with you the concept of it all.
Ben… 👏.👏. 👏
🙂
This is so cute! 💞
Thank you.
Aww. So sweet! 😍
A very big thank you!
No, thank you for sharing this. I enjoyed reading 😊
So this is the unscrambled version! I love it, especially the first stanza!
Thanks. I like the first stanza too.
You’re welcome! 🙂
Thanks for the unscramble. 🙂
Welcome. Thanks for reading and commenting 🙂
For some reason I had an image of a wolf howling to the moon in ‘I love you’ 😊
It’s a good image. Perhaps that’s all the werewolves are ever howling.
Perhaps
I like the imagery of a “cherry moon.” Very beautiful.
Thanks. I love the moon and the idea of all these different colors associated with it.
Thanks for unscrambling 😅
Welcome. Thanks for reading them both. Have a great rest of your weekend!
Nice post
Thanks!
Beautifully done ❤️
Thanks so much 🙂
You’re welcome!!