Moan And Sing
You are the one for me,
what I forever see,
deep in the night of you,
where love always is true,
where stars obscure all blue.
When I first called you mine,
those words were ripe and fine,
they spoke my soul who waits
counting the wasted fates
time murders and creates.
We were such careful flirts,
naming those secret hurts
that force the bloom to spring,
fledglings to take to wing,
lovers to moan and sing.
You are the one for me,
your love has set me free
to measure all my hours
above your softer powers,
among your hidden flowers.
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