Waiting here for her to come, though thou knows Her appearance will be naught. Under the moon And shining, Star crossed and never to be. Winter snow shines like my hopeful denial. Oh, father moon, I wish for her to hold me close under your ethereal sheets. Forbidden, cursed, and repulsive some say. They may be daft, but thou knows it is norm. People believe what i am is a freak, Someone whom is ill and needs thine god. Neigh, I still wish for a fate with her, still. Suffer as I may, it shall pay justly. I may prance through the forest holding hands With her, my love, late in the evening. Listening to owls, and small toads in ponds. If this is what life must be, I accept. Simple, fun, and fulfilling to exist, and to have peace when we reach our lovely home.