The moon creeps
Gently thru the Sky,
Tell me why
Should I
Not love you,
Why?
Love is a feeling
Like spiritual lace
Delicate and tender
But also,
As wide as space,
Tell me,
Why should I not love you
Why?
If all but Love
Is a senseless waste.
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