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Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Love-Struck Somewhere Between the Sun and the Moon
I. There is no sun or moon when I'm without you,
My life just seems to pause.
Time loses all of its meaning
And your love is the cause.
Each second stretches onward, ever outward
Into infinity.
The wait is so agonizing
'Til you return to me.
II. How dare the sun and moon try to outshine you
With their obnoxious light.
I would gladly sacrifice them
And live in endless night.
Your beauty glows eternal, everlasting.
Its warmth keeps me alive.
As long as you are beside me,
I know I will survive.
III. I'd gift you the sun and moon, if I could;
It would be a pleasure.
Yet your true love is worth far more,
Precious beyond measure.
Not silver, nor gold, or even diamond gem
Can equal your pure heart.
No one could afford to buy you,
A unique work of art.
IV. Look at the sun and moon, so high above us.
There, we will build our home,
Rivaling Kubla's Xanadu
His fabled pleasuredome.
A castle hidden between the clouds and sky,
A manor house so grand,
But nowhere will be happier
Then where I hold your hand.
V. Only the sun and moon can know the future
And what tomorrow brings.
Yet I doubt that they would tell us
About such mundane things.
If I have need to know what will be our fate,
I look into your eyes.
There, I will see our destiny.
It comes as no surprise.
VI. The mighty sun and moon cannot control my thoughts
Or what mood I am in,
But all my emotions crumble
At the sight of your grin.
It makes me laugh, and can dry up all my tears.
It dispels all the rage,
All the madness will fade away.
I fly free from my cage.
VII. You are my sun and moon, my bright shining star.
You are the world to me.
Yet you don't even know my name.
It's such a tragedy.
Just give me this moment, one glorious try,
A last chance, then I'm done,
Under the mysterious light
Of the moon and the sun.
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