Maybe the moon is only beautiful because its so far away

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In the realm of hearts, where love does dwell, I found myself enraptured, under its spell. For in this tale, a truth did arise, Of love unbridled, and endless skies.

A beauty rare, like a fleeting dream, She danced through life, an ethereal gleam. Her laughter tinkled, a melodic chime, Her spirit radiant, beyond space and time.

But I, a mere wanderer, an ordinary soul, With scars and flaws, my imperfections untold. I marveled at her grace, her splendor divine, While I stood in shadows, aching to intertwine.

She possessed a light, so radiant and bright, An enchanting glow, that blinded my sight. Her elegance soared, untouchable, surreal, As I stood in admiration, my heart's appeal.

I felt the chasm, the distance, so vast, For she dwelled in a realm where I couldn't trespass. A world of privilege, where dreams would unfold, And my humble existence, a story untold.

Yet, love knows no boundaries, no logic, no might, It dances on whims, in the depths of the night. So I dared to dream, to reach for her star, To bridge the divide, no matter how far.

In secret whispers, I wrote her name, A symphony of verses, my heart's silent claim. I painted her portrait with words, delicate and true, Hoping she'd feel the love, that in my verses grew.

But love, like a tempest, can stir up a storm, And my heart trembled, its vulnerability worn. For in her radiance, she couldn't see, The depth of my devotion, my soul's jubilee.

So I admired from afar, a silent reverie, Content in the shadows, where love found its plea. For sometimes, love's beauty lies in its restraint, In cherishing a love that can never be tamed.

And though she remained an unattainable dream, In my heart's sanctum, she'd forever gleam. For love, unrequited, can still leave a trace, A bittersweet memory, a touch of grace.

So I'll cherish the moments, however brief, And let my love soar, like a solitary leaf. For sometimes, to love someone out of my reach, Is to find solace in a love that's free, pure, and speechless.

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