Finite Loves

In night's darkness you will see two blue eyes
when two stars were so close - close to touch;
she tipped that solitude soft, caress to match,
finite reach in the realms of your storied prize.

There your courses turned out to be harmonic,
inspired by the incandescent sparkle of above;
two stars reminded to both of that cold glove,
and iced disruption of finite loves, synchronic.

But it was so beautiful to hold under the skies,
to ask her eyes if seconds both could embrace,
as with her soft finger-tips two lips out traced,
and felt darkness with silent forbidding cries..

poem by Giorgio Veneto
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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