Love Under the Moon

Rochelle Abeywardena
1 min readMay 11, 2020


The moonshine winks at me secretly

The waves touch me softly

The spring breeze kisses me slowly

I pour my heart out intently

You listen to me quietly

You come again, but not as a breeze

As deep heavy darkness

The taste of your lips, sweet and wet

Your touch, rough and warm

It’s etched inside me

Like a handwritten love letter

On a giant rock hidden in wilderness



Rochelle Abeywardena

Poetry. Writer. ‘We are all stumblers, and the beauty and meaning of life are in the stumbling’