the moon, so silent,
abstract and wondrous for the life
it breathes in me which
easily ignites my desire
though i only wish to captivate it with words
i have no intention of ever reciting to you
it whispers of vagueness
and i listen intently
remembering when you and i shared within
the very spirit of beauty
each and every
midnight rendezvous 'til
i whisper 'i love you' through teary eyes
oh, if i could alter these memories then
i'd surely have us together, and
in the essence of dreams, forevermore...
forevermore
abstract and wondrous for the life
it breathes in me which
easily ignites my desire
though i only wish to captivate it with words
i have no intention of ever reciting to you
it whispers of vagueness
and i listen intently
remembering when you and i shared within
the very spirit of beauty
each and every
midnight rendezvous 'til
i whisper 'i love you' through teary eyes
oh, if i could alter these memories then
i'd surely have us together, and
in the essence of dreams, forevermore...
forevermore
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Memory,
night,
Separation
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1 comment:
beautifully written.. sometimes all we have is our memories.
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