Insecurity

The moon angers of your beauty

shrouding itself in drapes of darkness

 

The sea laments its cry for attention

but naught was given

 

They say love is in the eye of the

beholder, so I told her you don’t

need no mascara for me to comprehend

why the sun rises from your gaze

 

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Soul

Even marble tender with

love, so why your heart

refuses I wonder

 

I marvel at the shimmering

star of the dark sky

 

The secrets behind the

sky I unravel

 

Your lips soft like the

spoken words of

a of lover

 

Moon kissed the sun

an eclipse is born,

perfect opportune to

lock lips till eternity.