You adore the moon only when it is full and bright

You adore the moon only when it is full and bright across the endless expanse of the night sky. That is why I fear your love, like a storm approaching slowly, yet surely, in its silence. Who can tell me that you will continue to love my shadows, when my soul is blue and heavy, when I do not shine under that blinding light that draws you, when I feel like a falling star, lost in the night? When I feel like a disappointment reflecting on the surface of a tranquil lake, hiding the depths of my unrest, when I doubt myself and fail to reach the heights you dream of, when I am lost in my own insecurities? I fear your love like a fragile flame, that burns only when the wind is silent and the world is still, for who can promise that you will stay when the clouds gather, covering the moon’s light, leaving only darkness to reign? When the brightness fades and only I remain, with all my imperfections, as I am, without pretense or masks?