If you were not moon,
What could I say
Of my many nights
In your company?
The dying afternoon
Would cry of affliction
In your absence.
Then, a cloud nearby,
Me of course,
Would have suffered
A slight wound
And as you should know,
The day would not repair
The damage done.
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The dying afternoon Would cry of affliction In your absence...i would suffer a wound........ love, desire, romance and the moon...........a seeking heart for deep love., tony