A love made beautiful in moonlight

18 Jan

Love becomes beautiful under the light of the moon…

Seemingly so perfect, so intricate, so delicate,

Yet so sad, so fleeting, is the Fate of those

Who dare to love, truly and faithfully,

A brush of warmth; lingering yet fading cold touch,

Left to despair and tears; coldness, dust, ashes.

Despairing over lost beauty, and long-lost, forgotten love.


Warned by larksongs and the rising sun,

A swift and bitter parting,

Her hair like snow, leaving beautifully, gracefully, sadly.

A brief farewell that never left one’s lips,

That Fortune mocked to never be

Heard and received, nor said again.


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