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oh how

I wish

the day would not cry

to the night

of the longing it feels

for the lonesome evening's

far too attractive twilight

no sadder mist flows

from the approaching dawn's

gentle skies

than that of the wondering moon

pining for its lover

the sun light's rays in mid

afternoon

skipping so happily passed the

window of night

so such unrequited love

is left untouched  in the shadows

peering on

so helpless

oblivious

to the great depth

of the numerous lovers' sighs

there is much romance yes

among the whisper and twinkling

of the stars

but its THE INFATUATED MOON

who holds tightly these

brightest rights

among the many  lakes

the nestled over looks

and lovers' lanes

we tend too often

to gaze up at those vibrant

white beams

and never too long think

just why

in our own lavish love soaked

hearts

such romantic vibes sing

so take a moment in your great love

lovers everywhere

and remember the fondest forgotten

lover of all

the moon

with that beautifully white lonely

blank staring face

so far away

standing forever to pine

in the lonely night sky

for her so beloved sun

setting so majestically

in his own glory of the

the afternoon......

(Mar 11,2001 4am)