As the moon begins
to brighten at night,
Know that I miss you
when I look upright.
You're like a shining
star—beautiful and bright,
But I have no wings to
reach you, —my biggest plight.
—AK
That is love. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
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Beautiful rendition of words embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing.