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WITH THE HALF-SHADED MOON
I watch the half-shaded moon,
When the world sleeps,
It shares all my past joys,
And knows why my heart weeps.
I talk to the half-shaded moon,
When night prepares to greet dawn,
When there is extreme quietness,
I tell more about all my gloom.
You were with me here my dearest,
And both of us would watch the moon,
When it was full and half-shaded,
In November, March and even June.
I would talk to you about the stars,
The stories behind the zodiac signs,
And you would listen somewhat perplexed,
About Pegasus, Hercules, Pericles' times.
I would gaze at you with full fondness,
Like an angel when you would look at me,
And compare you with heaven's beauty,
Why no darkness could cloud you - my moon.
And you would smile a bit astonished,
And then glance here and there,
With modesty taking a hold of you,
You would blush and run away to your room.
So even tonight I am with the moon,
And also see your smiling face,
Greeting me with a hope from afar,
From a world where there is no doom.
ah
mirror,mirror
in your eyes
how your love
in all its extreme
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such a lovely wooer
you are
reminiscent of
the romantics' lore
the predisposed grace
of simple melancholy
how you take up her champion
and frisk the empty rooms of
regret
for a few more treasures from
memories' hidden attic
such a gentle, tender sifter
ye has been
resurrecting your self soothing brew
of days long past the present's folly
easing the more bitter hard times
with memories of a love that can
never be again
not without 'Bending The Boundaries' of
humanity and flesh
with the natural wages inflicted by
earthly sin
ere death...............
you know who!.......so why type it?