A passing star, a fleeting gleam,

In the vast expanse of a moonlit dream.

From afar she came, a wandering soul,

A merchant of tales, her secrets untold.

A performer she was, a dancer of light,

Whose steps wove tales in the depths of night.

In her eyes, a universe unfurled,

And I, entranced, in her gaze was swirled.

Though hazy now, that memory bright,

In my mind, it shines with radiant light.

But like a star, she faded from view,

Leaving behind a longing, a rue.

So I pen a letter, with ink and quill,

To find her, wherever she may still.

“Dear Nomonde,” my words take flight,

Carrying wishes into the night.

“I want to hold you, dance under stars,

In a world where love knows no bars.

To take your hand, sail the azure sea,

And in each other, find eternity.

“I want to write upon your skin,

In poetic verses, let love begin.

To show the world, you’re mine to keep,

A treasure too precious, too deep.

“I want the world to marvel at your grace,

Yet none but I may touch your face.

For you’re a gift from heaven above,

A symbol of grace, a beacon of love.

“So I’ll toss a coin in a wishing well,

Pray to see you, where dreams dwell.

And in your arms, forever to be,

Lost in a love that sets us free.”