The Art of Loving

She gagged her appetite
And taught herself to prioritize
But still touched
On the days her mind
Wandered to how beautiful 
The full moon 
Would look hiding 
Behind the dark sky's veil
And the snowy mountain peeks 
Would seek to show
Her glistening beauty off
To the handful 
Who'd rather not sleep.
She would then choose 
Freely 
To pause
From her nightly chore
And take time out
To sail
To the other side
But she told him she wouldn't
And while she longed for him
To tell her otherwise,
He never did.
Though he said nothing,
His quiet gagged her appetite