Love Like The Moon

The night sky fills with darkness and stars

 

The moon does rise with hands on hearts scars

 

Mourning and Morning, so filled with pain,

 

love in her heart she cannot contain.

 

Watching the girl, guiding her tides

 

She waits for the moment her love will arise

 

For each night she waits, tears in her eyes

 

to die once again, leaving the skies

 

She leaves the earth in the hands of the man

 

whose love she desires but she never can

 

hold hands with the Sun, whose light is her sheathe

for he dies each night to let his love breathe.

 

 

To love like the moon is to love without cease,

 

Unconditionally with little peace.

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owlrose97

This poem is about each person wanting to feel uncinditionally loved. Sometimes the people we want to love us, love others. But it is possible that they love you in a way you just cannot see.  

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