In Love The Use Of Words Become Unnecessary

the eyes speak
you are my full moon
i am your
stalking star

i get too near
you stay still

the black clouds
cover us
and our lights are gone

on those hours of
darkness
we are one
fading light

when the clouds are gone
blown as they are
by the winds that own them

we are again in our
places
you are my full moon
so still
i am the little star
that glitter

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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