Monday, February 14, 2011

moon.

The sweet crescent moon
reminds me of your eyes,

upon whose lunar beds
they both lie.

Those clear dark gems so
sharp, they pierce the sky.

Beautiful and round,
deep portals of your soul,

against their pale and flawless
canvas do they glow.

Ever so radiant,
so gentle and so kind,

Eyes belonging to one
who will ne'er be mine.

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