On that cloud, I float,
feeling that marvellous fluff of cotton candy
tickle my cheek like any child would remember,
On that cloud I watch
the changing moon shine swiftly from
night to night, two-faced as always,
staring upon thy glistening body with fascination.
On that cloud I watch thy wings,
swimming in the skylike any pegasus would hope,
alas, to me, as I stare upon you from the Rosenskies,
imperfections seem nonexistent,
and I dream as any adolescent would~~
I must, however, release my bow and watch your eyes sparkle
with love towards another.
To love is my job,
to be loved is my sin.
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Ambivalent
PoetryEvanescent were my thoughts, Until the sight of you became manifested in my daydreams, And I find myself ambivalent~ thinking unrequited love renders me unwilling to let go, but knowing, with miserable rumination, that the heart only heals when...
