Poetic Me. Again.

On this sleepless night I stare into the starry skies,
I still hear the violin playing melancholic chimes.
Left in the skies remain one moon that shines,
subtly speaking to me at this introspective time.

Loving someone seems to be a horrible crime,
people reconcile at seemingly wrong times.
Only disappointment lingers in my void,
bitter as medicine and sour as lime.

My heart is pre-occupied with you till the end of my life,
I cannot fathom why you might take it as a lie.
Every single moment spent with you is a joy,
I want to spend my days with you until I die.

I need patience from you to see me change,
though scars from the past may make you lose your faith.
But one thing for sure that remains unchanged,
You are always my sunshine, you always make my day.