It's already December,
I remember yesterday vividly,
Fate bringing us to obscurity,
Strangled in the chains of despair,
Every last night you,
Beaming with new hope,
The moon a living guardian,
Served to hold the memories,
Hoping you feel my energy,
Slowly under the moonlight gaze,
Can I still love?
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Thoughts Of Love
PoetryBroken souls are still beautiful; if not the most beautiful.
