The crescent moon stops for while
In the middle of the sky
To drop some sweet words knowing
Without her love I may die
The moon speaks softly about the
Pain one must go through
When one falls in love and an ache
In the heart slowly grows
The moon says that her love can
Make me a perfect man
If while keeping her happy I will
Endure sorrow and pain
Beautiful composition. Indeed this is possible. The moon says that her love can Make me a perfect man If while keeping her happy I will Endure sorrow and pain...these lines are beautiful.
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A poem about enduring sorrow and pain. Gorgeously worded and amazingly rendered. I have enjoyed very much! Thank you so much for sharing,