A Silent Vow

Litup — November’s Prompt: 55er

Clouds scud to curtain a desperate moon watching over us.
It’s light cascades around you like a golden halo.
My tongue fumbles, my eyes refuse to blink.
Why’d such a beauty fall for me?
Stepping closer, you soothe my nerves.
Your breath kisses my lips.
Fingers intertwine a promise.
Live or wither.
We’re one.
Forever.