I hope that you see the
Moonlight along with the reflection
Of your actions through
The lenses of my shades,
Love is a street that goes
Two ways regardless of
The lanes or the signs
That might fade as time sways,
Blame games takes love to
A scenic rout that's never
Approved by the witness
Of the moon,
These shades will remain
On my face,
Your reflections are the reign
That you embrace
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