(From love poems to no one but her)
The moon, her phases, her ever changing face,
Full on she beams her blue white smile down
Waxing she winks coyly as if her slivered face
Is peeking out from behind a bathroom door -
I know the moon is you and you are the moon
Because I know that I am the sun and the sun is I
Useless things to most, I hold dear to my heart,
Esoteric and ephemeral things, faint as moonlight
Illuminating the petals on the flowers in a garden,
Wisps of breath rising up from your lips faint
And precious as loss dissipating on the cold air.
I love you, I do, always have and always will
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