Of Moonlit Embraces

Of flowering silvery hopes
That are crushed under this,
Of tears of ancient regrets.
The disappointments are there laid out for me,
Like pale-armed virgins.
Calling me, softly,
With that snowy, gentle voice,
You reach to me,
Hold me.
But I corrupt you.
You hold me close,
As faint bluish light illuminates
Our bodies next to each other
I cannot bear to hold you in the moonlight,
For what I fear will truly be seen,
Just you.
You must understand,
That I truly love you,
And that frightens me.