Every morning for you was
when the Sun called Luna
for my night to follow.
Every little stars revolved around us
but we always eclipsed and never met in the middle.
My love, my agony --
my beautiful memory.
"Call for the stars and fly through
the depths of space," she said,
"meet me halfway and Dearest our love will be forever true."
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A Wondrous Paramour
Poesía"Why marry the diamond when you were in love with the stars?" Fairy tales from daydreams told in poetry. Highest: #33 in Poetry
