By Jada Jinks | February 28, 2022

Moonlight dances across my fingertips

I paint the sky shades of blue.

There was never once a woman

That could make me dance like you do.

I want to bring you safety and comfort

And keep you warm throughout the night,

And that when you look up at the stars,

You pray to see only my light.


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