To my Sweet
To my Heart
To my Breath
And to my Life
To the peace we have produced
To the garden we have watered
To the flowers we have nurtured
And to the love we have built
To the Spring that brought the flowers
And to the Summer that brought the heat
To the Autumn that brought the harvest
And to the Winter that brought the snow
All the time we spent, all the good years that passed
Where is that time now?
That time of love we shared
The time of wonder
And the time peace
Where is the innocence of those days?
It is underneath the waves
Washed away by time
Frozen by the ice
I am alone now
No one by my side
Except a rose
A symbol of your love
Which still blooms
In Loving Memory of Henry VII & Elizabeth of York
At first, Michael Moon wrote only for academic purposes. However, when he entered his sophomore year of High School, he began to consider and eventually chose writing as a career. Michael one day hopes to be a screenwriter while also being able to express his versatility through other forms of writing as well.
"This piece is about the duality of love. It explores the progression in both the innocence and the tragedy of love through time."