Beauty of All

Precious is the sun,

Waving at the moon,

When her shift is done,

Looking far into beyond,

Only to dream of her,

And mine all alone,

Love is not in our eyes,

Because through our blindness,

We come across nothing of a sort,

Feelings are not in our skins,

Yet we seem to be drawn to each other,

Love? Question not,

For it is nothing to me as it to you.

©RajahDahBass.

 

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